George: He might not be Greek, but he’s a magnate, right? “For how long? How long ’til you get restless up here?” She tapped his temple.

Jack: Don’t go thru security too early at the airport, best coffee is on terminal side… Becca dumped her pack on the floor and took the

James: You’ve not broken your fingers, have you? Too quiet. She’d done it again. Handled him badly, rudely. She replayed it over and over—feeling worse every

George: R u still afloat? Who’s tickling yr olive?! Levi hadn’t been lonely on the boat before. He’d relished the freedom of having no one making

Jack: How could u bypass Naxos? Have u found another paradise? Look, laugh, sail, swim, sex, sleep. Wake. Repeat. Conversation, contemplation, indulgence. Becca revelled in his