Jules’ P.O.V.
The lunch rush was in full swing at T&T, and I was moving like a whirlwind behind the bar. My hands danced from the espresso machine to the cocktail shaker, pulling pints and mixing drinks with practiced ease by now. Despite the constant action and the stream of orders, my mind still kept drifting back to last night, and to one man in particular, Koda.
Even though we hadn’t met that long ago, it already felt as if I had known him forever. And last night had been nothing short of magical, a picnic by the lake, making love under the stars, and the kind of conversation that made the world feel like a better place. I could still feel his hands on me, I could still see the spark in his eyes when he would look at me, and the way his kiss had sent a thrilling jolt through my entir
