Getting Some
Samera Sometimes, life's a bitch.
And when I say a bitch, I mean that literally. Like life is some crazy woman hovering over the universe, dealing with a bad case of PMS. She could let you be happy, but she's got killer cramps at the moment, and if she's got to suffer, you're damn well going to suffer, too.
So instead of giving you easy choiceslike a clear path that's right, versus one that's obviously wronglife is gonna mess with you. Present you with two paths you can see yourself taking, but you must choose one of them. And no matter which one you choose, you're going to feel bad.
Hell, I know what I'm talking about. I just chose Path B, which is the path my heart told me I was supposed to take. I should feel a sense of resolve right now, a sense of peace. I should have a smile on my fucking face because I'm taking fond memories with me from my vacation, but instead I feel like shit.
I just left a guy who likes meno, adores meprobably completely heartbroken in Costa Rica.
"Miguel." I say his name out loud, and his image pops into gorgeous smile of his, which is both sexy and sweet at the same ... read full excerpt from Getting Some ebook