The Dead Romantics

“Wow,” Rose noted, giving a thumbs-up. “We sure have good timing. Great sesh, bestie.”“We’re leaving!” Alice added, grabbing Rose by the arm, and pulling her back out the door. “Put a sock on the door next time!”I thought Ben was going to die—again. When the door was closed, he pulled the covers over his head and disappeared beneath them. “Please kill me,” his muffled voice moaned. “End my misery.”Grinning, I pulled the covers off him again, and he looked dejected and mortified in the deathbed of pillows. “Absolutely not, sir. If I have to live with them, so do you.”“It’ll be a quick death. Just suffocate me in your perfect breasts.”“They aren’t that big.”“But they are perfect.”