Mailbox for Vanessa Abrams

If there were ever one thing Vanessa couldn't do, it was let things go. She couldn't stand having things unresolved or untalked about. Normally she could always focus her need to understand or capture the world through a video lens, but that wasn't going to work in this situation. Nate and Kate were not characters in a film. Also, she didn't have a ( Read more... )

Vanessa reached behind her neck to retie the straps of her halter dress, looking down at a passed-out Chuck still in the bed. He hadn't even woken up when she crept out from between the covers. Looking at him now, a wave a self-loathing came over her for having even allowed this to happen. Twice. She'd always prided herself on only having sex with ( Read more... )