Liz Tomforde

“And we are never speaking of this after tonight.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Another step. Another button. “But what are you going to tell your coworkers when you can’t walk tomorrow?”

wearing your hand around my throat like a necklace is my favorite piece of jewelry.

“Don’t use Coco against me! That shit was sad!” I stand from my seat, following him to the locker room to get suited up for our game. “That song at the end? It gets me every time.”