Chapter8

#Chapter8

He glanced back at me a few times as I sat in the sand, and after the fourth, he gave in and made his way over. My heart vibrated in my chest as he sat down beside me. He had an empty beer bottle and stubble on his jaw. I remember the first thing he said to me. /"You're a pretty thing, aren't you?/" I was entranced. I blushed and looked away and looked back and played with a strand of my hair. He smiled. He asked how old I was. I said sixteen, and so he never asked my name, he just called me Juliet. He said I was his Juliet.

It wasn't like it was with Hunter, with Milo there was no moving slowly. He had an old Mustang convertible from 1999 and asked me if I wanted to go for a ride.