Taboo Runs Wild
secretly praying he’d finally notice I wasn’t a kid anymore.
“Wow… this is freaking beautiful,” I breathed as Lila and I stepped out of the cab and into the driveway of Finn’s new house.
White stone, glass walls, an infinity pool that spilled into the horizon like liquid sapphire.
“You know when Finn sent those pics—the pool, the bar, the indoor waterfall—I thought, why not spend the whole summer here?” Lila grinned, dragging her suitcase.
“That’s thoughtful,” I laughed, trying to sound casual, “but seriously, you still call him Finn? He’s thirty-five, Lila. It sounds… intimate.”