Hello dear readers
Thank you so much to all of you who are still here. Love your comments every week ♡
I know you all are waiting for that first date, but that's next week. Today, the love/cheese fest continues with Chapter 13.
Happy Friday everyone!
xoxo, Merigold
TOWGA – Table of Contents
Ok, everyone
We're back. Here is Chapter 12 of TOWGA. It's somewhat slow. Hope you guys will still like it.
Have a good weekend!
xoxo, Merigold
The One Who Got Away – Table Of Contents
This was a short story posted last month on my Patreon, but wanted to share here too. It's a bit different from my usual fare (very dialogue heavy...I'm practicing, y'all! 😅) but hopefully one or two people still enjoy it.
Please let me know what you think about Pillow Talk.
Hey everyone!
Since things are a bit quieter this week, I thought I'd share a new short story with you: Onsight.
Hope you're all enjoying the sunshine wherever you are!
Best,
Lovis
Hey lovely people
The next one's up – here comes Chapter 11, aka "the moment".
I hope you all like cheese...!
Happy Friday and xoxo, Merigold
I met Mr. Carlson right in front of the door, my key already in hand.
“Oh—Miss Goodman.”
“Good morning, Mr. Carlson.”
He looked rushed, his hair less tidy than usual and his coat only half on. He clutched his black leather case and a scarf in one hand, about to close the door with the other—only to hold it open for me instead.
The first time he heard the noise coming from the other side of the wall, Ethan thought his roommate must have had a terrible accident. He lay frozen in bed for a split second, heart hammering as he listened in shock, before throwing the heavy comforter aside. The cold stung as the warmth of his bed vanished, but he pushed himself upright and hurried into the hallway. No doubt Jared needed his help.
I blink against the sunbeam slicing through a gap in the blinds, landing square on my face. Black silk sheets. The wall papered in matte purple. A framed picture showing two bodies intertwined in shadow. Next to it, a pencil sketch of a nude woman. I pause—his ex? A full laundry basket in the corner. Beside a glossy black wardrobe, a stack of throw pillows.
I let my head sink back into the remaining pillow on my side of the bed and close my eyes. Late twenties, I'm thinking. Reasonably successful. Charming. Probably surprised I came home with him last night, but not overly so. Single for... a year?
