|Theodore|
I downed the last of my rum, the liquid burning a fiery trail down my throat as I stared up at the crescent moon hanging in the velvet sky. Tonight marked the fifth day of our stay in Whitlock, and instead of venturing out to explore the town as we’d done before, Carmella and I had chosen to stay in our hotel room.
The day had started innocently enough. We’d spent hours in lighthearted conversation, the kind where laughter came easily and the weight of the world seemed a distant memory. We’d even watched a movie, her head resting against my shoulder as the flickering screen painted patterns on the walls. But then, as it often did between us, the casual moments had turned into something far more intimate.
A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned against the balcony
