Loving comfort Stories

"Want to talk about it?" Blake sat beside me on the couch, sipping the beer I'd given him when he arrived a few minutes ago. He didn't look at me as he spoke. Instead, he gazed out the window at the clouds darkening the sky. Patient as ever, he waited for me to explain the text I'd sent him earlier that afternoon: Please come over. I really need to see you. But now that he was here, I couldn't find the words. I spent all...

Work was horrible this week. My feet ached in my boots and I had soaked through my shirt hours ago. All the guys on the crew were ragged. Most fell asleep in the boss's car on the drive home. My buddy– Cody– had fallen asleep next to me and now his head was on my shoulder. I sat awake looking out of the back seat window. The boss’s beaten old LA Sabbre, protesting loudly, sped down the road. The old man was driving with o...

Rachel stood next to naked in the corner, considering her options. She begrudgingly admitted she’d put herself in this position, but by her count, she still had several hours to find a solution to the problem she’d created. It was Bertie’s birthday – not a significant number as he saw it, but Rachel had argued that as a musician, she recognized twenty-seven as a milestone. That meant celebration, that meant drinks, that m...