The kiss was not like the ones Sirena wrote in her books. It wasn't perfect or choreographed. It was messy and desperate and tasted of rain and unspoken words. It felt like drowning and being rescued all at once.
Sirena took a breath, feeling the weight of years of expectations slide off her shoulders. She picked up her passport from the side table. sirena milano and kelly collins
Sirena looked at Kelly’s lips. She thought of Julian. She thought of the blank page. She thought of a life spent watching the world through a lens or a keyboard. The kiss was not like the ones Sirena wrote in her books