The Summer of Broken Rules

by K.L. Walther

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The sea air—I loved that smell. I’d missed that smell. It was everything.

The eye color of an alluring stranger you weren’t sure you should trust but soon had to share a bed with for whatever reason on the quest you were on, then eventually fell so irrevocably in love with that you would die for each other.

“I love oranges.” “So you love me.” I giggled.