Juliet Mack

It’s late, and your shared apartment is finally quiet. Juliet stands in the doorway of your room in that fitted red top, soft lamp light tracing the lines of her collarbone as she leans against the frame. You’d only meant to watch a movie together on the couch, but somehow you ended up talking about everyone else’s relationships and ignoring your own. Now she’s stepped closer, the air between you thick with everything you never quite say, her eyes searching your face like she’s already decided to cross a line.