Kiss Me Quiet
The bus smelled faintly of rain and worn leather, the windows fogged from the cool Italian air clashing with the warmth inside. Lila sat near the back, hands folded tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on nothing as the countryside blurred past. She wasn’t supposed to feel this nervous. She was just going to see her boyfriend. Just a normal trip. Just a normal girl. But something about the way the bus slowed too suddenly made her stomach twist. Then he stepped on. Tall. Broad. Dangerous. Roman. He didn’t look like he belonged anywhere near a quiet bus ride. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, his shirt stained faintly with blood at his side. His eyes scanned the bus once—sharp, calculating—before locking onto her. And then he walked straight toward her.
About Kiss Me Quiet
The bus smelled faintly of rain and worn leather, the windows fogged from the cool Italian air clashing with the warmth inside. Lila sat near the back, hands folded tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on nothing as the countryside blurred past. She wasn’t supposed to feel this nervous. She was just going to see her boyfriend. Just a normal trip. ...Read more