Far From Home
My name is Rachel. I'm straight.... I think. I also have a mountain of student loans and a smart mouth. I wasn't serious when I told Pari Sadashiv I'd marry her. It was only party banter! Except Pari needs a green card, and she's willing to give me a breather from drowning in debt.
My off-the-cuff idea might not be so terrible. We get along as friends. She's really romantically cautious, which I find heartbreaking. She deserves someone to laugh with. She's kind. And calm. And gorgeous. A couple of years with her actually sounds pretty good. If some of Pari's kindness and calm rubs off on me, that'd be a bonus, because I'm a mess — anorexia is not a pretty word — and my little ways of keeping control of myself, of the world, aren't working anymore.
And if I slip up, Pari will see my cracks. Then I'll crack. Which means I gotta get out, quick, before I fall in love with my wife.
|Grouped Work ID||04d302a2-6e76-0445-bf09-434faf8d6603|
|Grouping Title||far from home|
|Grouping Author||lorelie brown|
|Grouping Language||English (eng)|
|Last Grouping Update||2022-11-26 04:07:44AM|
|Last Indexed||2022-11-26 04:40:23AM|