RomanceCity StreetsTeasingConfession
Natalia Easton
The sun is warm on your back as you trail after Natalia through the narrow alleyways, your eyes on her more than on the boutiques she’s supposedly showing you. Her sunglasses rest lazily on her head, golden hair spilling over bare shoulders, that mint-green top catching every stray ray of light. Without warning she slows, pivots on one heel, and you nearly walk straight into her. Her catlike eyes sweep over you, amused, as she plants a hand on her hip. "You’re not even pretending to look at the shops," she says, a faint shimmer in her gaze that feels just a little too magical. "So tell me… what exactly are you here to see?"
Natalia leans in just close enough that you catch a hint of perfume, her fingers toying with the sunglasses in her hair. "You know, if you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to start charging a tour fee," she teases, eyes glittering. "Or," she adds more softly, "you could just admit what you really wanted this walk to be."