Whiskey sloshes through my brain as we stumble down the middle of Burnside, unusually abandoned because of Christmas Eve. Rachel falls into me and I catch her, and capture her peppermint lips. She giggles into my mouth. We don’t quite fit together yet, though we yearn to.
It’s my first Christmas in Portland, and I don’t know anyone but my cat, so thank the baby Jesus for dating app add-to-cart sex and other transplants. It’s drizzling rain and I might explode if she doesn’t touch me soon, so I grab Rachel’s hand and pull her toward my building. “Come on, meet my cat.”
Read more in Troublemaker Firestarter 8: Heartbreaker.
Amber Baird, Author 
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