Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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Amé scoffed. One of the things that differentiate her and her bestest friend was their sleep schedule. Amé could dance the night away had she been allowed to such fantasies, and survive with a few hours of sleep. Ina on the other hand, survived on sleep. She was married to a mattress, and like clockwork she would go to bed at eleven pm and wake up looking more beautiful than beauty sleep itself.
She sipped on her tea and went over her work. Book lover since a child, she's now an editor for major publishing companies. She read and edited the work in her MacBook, and with an endless amount of tea, she'd read for hours.
Ina was the same way. They actually met through books, when Ina had written her first novel and Amé had to express her adoration in a message. As they say, the rest is history.
Amé heard a creak in the kitchen's wooden floor and turned around, seeing a large figure lazily walk towards the fridge.
"Can't sleep?" Amé asked, sipping her tea.
Jake turned around, not all startled by the lean woman sitting at the kitchen island. "I uh... got hungry."
Amé laughed. "Do you love my sister?"
Unlike Ina, Amé was brutally honest and straight to the point. Ina was a teaser, a taunt-lover and loved to leave people to guess and wonder. Not Amé, Amé would speak her mind, and say exactly what she thought, wanted or needed, whenever, wherever, to whomever.
Which caught Jake off guard. He stopped making himself a sandwich to look at Amé, her face lightened by her MacBook's screen.
"Yeah, I'm in love with Ina."
"Then fall out of love," Amé shrugged. "You seem like a nice guy. Me and my sister are women you shouldn't fall in love with. We will break your heart and destroy your life."
Jake laughed, put down the butter knife and sat on the isle seat. "If I didn't know any better I'd assume this is you wanting me, or thinking too highly of yourself."
Amé didn't find it humorous. "I don't take my sister's left overs."
It was Jake's turn to be speechless.
"Ina Seele will make love to you and make you feel like a real man," Amé said, getting off her seat to walk toward him, "and then get bored of you and toss you out like garbage."
It resonated with Jake. It made sense, he knew damn well deep inside, very deep inside, Amé was right. He knew it because he's only made love to one woman, and been emotionally dismissed by her as well. Ina lived momentarily cases of love, and then shut out that emotion like it was never there. Amé knew it, Jake knew it, Ina knew it, the previous men knew it.
"I'm in too deep," Jake admitted, hanging his head low.
"Then I'm sorry," Amé went to the fridge and served herself more iced tea. "Go back to Italy, find a wife, have kids."
