What a Man Deserves: Part One
- Hamlin
- Aug 3
- 17 min read
Boxes crowded every corner, stacked like a miniature cardboard city-state threatening collapse. Bev knelt on the kitchen linoleum, surrounded by a sprawl of mismatched mugs, plastic spatulas, and tupperware missing half their lids. The heat in the new apartment was the first thing she noticed when they moved in—a thick, clinging thing that made her sundress adhere to the curves she pretended not to have. Chad’s elbow brushed her bare shoulder as he hefted a box onto the counter, his t-shirt gone translucent with sweat and effort.
