Kissed My Ex's Brother
No one around, just a single table set up perfect candles glowing soft, white linens fluttering light in the breeze, champagne on ice in a bucket.
He’d cleared out the whole area, made it ours. I slipped off my sandals at the driver’s gesture, sand warm under my feet, and paused to take it in. Waves rolling steady, stars sharp overhead. Over-the-top romantic, but it worked on me.Two women came walking up from the setup mid-twenties maybe, in simple black outfits like they ran events, carrying polite smiles that didn’t quite hide their nerves.