Intern Summer Of Lust -

The rooftop was forbidden. It was also the only place above the 12th floor where the city’s summer humidity made the air thick as a confession. They went anyway. She leaned against the safety rail, and the wind pressed her blouse against her ribs. The sun was a molten apricot bleeding into the Hudson.

“Good luck, Leo,” she whispered.

“Nothing is,” he replied. “That’s the point.” intern summer of lust