Screw Romance
Summer love? Sure, I have one of those stories. Hasn't everyone? Except mine’s a bit different...
It started like normal. Making eyes across the crowded beach hut bar at the guy in the half-unbuttoned white cotton shirt that fits like he owns the brand. Approach. Smalltalk. Banter. Innocent brushes. A drink on his dime. Shots on mine. He's wearing tinted designer shades, because Bali. I don't discover his eye colour until we're doing the vertical mambo against the back of my rented apartment door, tearing at clothes a...
