“I actually brought a guy home from Italy. This is crazy.” He relaxes a little. “What do you mean?” “Remember when I… — Kristin Rae Fall in love Copy Share Image
“I should probably head back for Luca’s birthday dinner. They want me to lead the ‘Happy Birthday’ song to him in English… — Kristin Rae Birthday party Copy Share Image
“That’s the journal on your chair, right?” he holds out a hand, demanding to see it. “Show me this list.” I grab… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“This Darren,” Chiara finally says as we approach Riomaggiore, still huddled under the bright umbrella. “Is he the same boy you told… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Matilde leads us into one of the apartment’s two bedrooms, obviously belonging to Bruno and Luca. Bunk beds are stacked in the… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“I thought you’d be here,” calls a rough voice over my left shoulder. I turn to find Darren only inches away, holding… — Kristin Rae Candle Copy Share Image
“Put this one on right now,” he says, switching back into exaggerated, giddy-girl mode. “You better cut that out or you’re going… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“So tell me about yourself,” I say, mentally rolling my eyes for sounding like an interviewer. “Where’d you grow up? What’s your… — Kristin Rae Biggest fear Copy Share Image
“Before the train even leaves the station, the three of them pull out their iPods and press the earbuds into their ears.… — Kristin Rae Conversation Copy Share Image
“I was sitting here for, like, an hour before you even sat down.” “Why?” he asks, observing our surroundings with a sweep… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“There you two are,” Nina calls. She offers a smile almost identical to Chiara’s when she’s up to something. Nina drops Tate’s… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“You try this before?” he asks. I shake my head. I’ve had versions of it back home, but the sight and aroma… — Kristin Rae Food Copy Share Image
“Were you spying on someone?” Darren asks, finally sitting in the chair next to me and pointing at the open compact on… — Kristin Rae Best friend Copy Share Image
“As I scramble for my shirt to cover my chest--thank God I’d decided against changing bras--I grumble, “Don’t you knock?” He crosses… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Within several minutes, we’re at the front of the line. I assume we’re going to keep walking, but the young English couple… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“We catch the train that makes stops in every village, sitting as close to each other as possible, freely kissing whenever we… — Kristin Rae Fitness Copy Share Image
“How old are you?” “Seventeen.” Suddenly I feel insecure, like he’ll think I’m too young to bother with now. I shake the… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“An Australian couple near us asks Darren to take a picture of them with the Colosseum as the backdrop, and when he’s… — Kristin Rae Photography Copy Share Image
“I stare at his relaxed face, pale in the dim light. Nearly asleep, he looks vulnerable. Like I could tell him anything… — Kristin Rae Brown eyes Copy Share Image
“I open my makeup compact and set it on the table next to the vase of flowers and let my mechanical pencil… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Darren,” Tate calls from the door behind me, “this train is about to leave.” Darren looks over my shoulder and nods, eyebrows… — Kristin Rae Fitness Copy Share Image
“I’m shaking the residual tingles out of my head when Bruno bursts in, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a bath… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Do you want me to get your back for you?” Cringe. “No, I’m fine.” “Okay, then could you get mine? I don’t… — Kristin Rae Bad thoughts Copy Share Image
“My stomach drops and Darren shifts, making me wobble. Bruno’s eyes don’t even register Darren’s existence. “All right?” He looks down at… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“We’re in Florence.” He looks at Tate and Nina with wide eyes. “We have to go. Now!” They all scramble to gather… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“His little gray swim bottoms are probably smaller than mine, potbelly hanging over the top of them. I lean toward Darren and… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“My eyes are sort of greenish,” I say through a nervous laugh. “Am I that scary?” He looks at me and we… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
