N is for New Year’s Eve

"“What am I supposed to do? Sit here and wait for you do decide if you are breaking up with me?”"

“How long have we been sleeping?”“The sun is setting, so a couple hours.”I rolled over on my bed and snuggled deeper into Jacob's armpit, enjoying our extended afterglow. “I’m living in a fairy tale. You are my prince.”“I don't have...

Sunlight slanted through the high windows of the library. The building was old and grand, the ceilings arched with ornate plasterwork. Heavy wooden bookcases lined the walls and spilled further out into neatly organised mazes around the cavernous room. Tables...

“Sophia!” I yelled for the zillionth time. “We’re late.”I stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting less than patiently. I could hear her rummaging around up there. I’d told her in no uncertain terms that we absolutely needed to...