Keep the Pen Lose the Girl

Summary

Miles has a tongue like a serrated knife—sharp, jagged, and designed to leave a mark.

When I first got my curtain bangs, he spent an agonizingly long time scrutinizing me. Finally, he let out a dry, hollow laugh. "Did you honestly think your face wasn't round enough? You really had to frame it like that just to make sure you look more like a dinner plate?"

I lost count of the times he reduced me to tears.

But he was gorgeous, and he always seemed to show up exactly when I needed him. So, I did what women in love always do: I gaslit myself.