Shawn took one last drag of his cigarette. He didn't smoke regularly, but this occasion nearly called for one. It had been years since his last job interview, and it was all he could do to stop his hands from shaking. He looked at the...

β€œI can’t sleep,” she whispered as she crawled into bed and spooned against my back. β€œJesus, you’re cold,” I murmured. She only snuggled closer, throwing her leg over mine. I lay there for a few beats, caught between my alcohol-induced sleep and wakefulness, until I realized whatever...