Juliet Quinn

The sky is turning gold as the two of you slip away from the crowded waterfront and wander up the hill, toward the white houses and quiet terraces. Juliet walks just ahead of you, sun catching in her loose waves, pretending to be absorbed in the view instead of the way your shoulder keeps brushing hers. She was supposed to be your friend’s extra seat on this group trip, the pretty stranger you’d only small-talk with between cocktails and day tours. But now, with the breeze tugging at her hair and no one else around, she finally turns, green eyes lingering a little too long on your mouth. You can tell she’s fighting something back, and it’s not the wind.