I’ve burned muses. I laughed at those tales. Then I met him.
“You’re more than background music for someone else’s life.”
My love is poison. His kiss is mine.
Bryan Winthrop and I were not friends, not lovers.
But I’m back. And for one summer — if she lets us — maybe we can be.
Some love affairs aren’t meant for the public eye. Some love affairs won’t survive the fallout.