Promise Me Sunshine

by Cara Bastone

Wait, is he about to kiss my palm? I’m sweating.

It’s irritating. In an attractive way.

Miles’s brow furrows. He’s drunk, but not so drunk he’ll stand for that. “She’s not a mess,” he says in a low voice. “She’s perfect.”

“So you’ll come with me if I ask?” His eyes pierce me in the shadows of the kitchen. “Lenny, I’ll do anything you ask me to.”