Eva wiggled her nose and gazed into the blinding blue lagoon. The truth was that no, she had never thought her life could be the way she fantasized. That was why they were called fantasies. They were fiction and, generally, idealistic.
She turned to him and kissed his shoulder, which was warm from the sun’s rays.
“I was never really a hopeful person,” Eva began. “My parents made me that way. They both grew up in privileged households, so they never had to risk anything. But I’ve learned that it's the risk that often grants you the most favorable reward.”
She pressed her nose against him and traced his skin. Barrel smiled as he lifted her chin.
“God,” he said, licking his lips. “You are the wisest person I have ever met. And I’m a damn shifter.”
Eva let out a loud guffaw as a waiter ca
