Julie Berry

When do I get to return the kiss you gave me?

But Hestia could never be . . . Aphrodite.

You’re a brand-new piece of sheet music,” she said slowly, “for a song which, once played, I’d swear I’d always known.”

and instinctively folded the whole bundle under his coat, to the warmth over his heart.

A series of little explosions began firing throughout her brain, and spread quickly elsewhere

He bent and kissed her forehead.

James watched the skyline. It was the more gentlemanly option than staring at Hazel.

“For your sake, I will live. Since you want me to.”

terrible dread that he might wrap them around Hazel and not let go.

“I’m a coward, aren’t I?” he said. “Now you know.”
She reached up and pulled his chin to face her. “Not a coward,” she said firmly. “You’d like to live, and who wouldn’t?” She smiled. “I’d like you to live, too.”