She shrugs.
“Amelia. You haven’t made a move yet? Hasn’t being a voice narrator for a spicy audio stories app taught you anything?”
She dips her chin and twists her fingers in her lap, then she jumps off the counter. She catches my eyes in the mirror. “Sam’s way out of my league, Jo. Plus, I don’t even know if she’s into girls.”
“Hey.” I soften my tone and grasp my cousin’s hands. “Remember when you didn’t know if you were into girls?”
She nods and drops her gaze. “That was a really confusing time.”
“Maybe Sam just needs more time or a friend she feels like she can talk to.”
“Thanks, boo.” She squeezes my hands three times, our silent way of sayingI love you, before releasing.
“Now…” I dig into my cosmetics bag, giving her first dibs on the concealer. “Dab this under your eyes and let’s go find Adonis!”
“You look like you need the caffeine.” Nik, the bartender, places two tall glasses on the counter in front of us. He talked us into trying Freddo cappuccinos, but they look more like failed attempts at Frappuccinos.
“What the hell is this?” Millie scoffs.
“You Americans think you know coffee.” Nik tosses his head back. “But us Greeks? We invented coffee.”
“Is that true?” I sip from a paper straw, savoring the bitterness.
“We invented everything.” Nik smacks the bar, a wide smile plastered across his sweaty face.
Millie spits her drink back into the glass like a fucking toddler, her face curled in disgust. If there’s no sugar in her coffee, she doesn’t want it.
Nik laughs and hands over packets of sugar before we take our coffees to the cabana and settle on the blue-and-white striped chaise lounges.
“What do you want to do tonight?” she asks, stirring the sugar into her drink with her straw.
“I one thousand percent plan on sleeping.”
“Oh, come on.” She swats at me. “Don’t be such a buzzkill.”
“Says the woman who was making out with the mattress earlier.”
“That’s before I had this freaky Freddo drink. I’m wired. What the fuck do they put in their coffee over here? I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack. I’m too young, Joey!” Shebrings the back of her palm to her forehead, overly dramatic as always.
I chuckle. “I doubt it’s the jitter juice. You put like forty packets of sugar in there.”
“I’ll let you be lame for one night,” she huffs. “Then I don’t want any excuses, missy. This is a trip of a lifetime and shouldn’t be wasted in a hotel room.”
“You’re making it seem like I’m no fun. I’m hella fun, Mills. I’m just exhausted from traveling. I swear I won’t hold back tomorrow. It’s just you and me, boo.”
True to my word, I wake bright and early, ready to take on Greece. We pop into the only Starbucks on this side of the island so Millie can get her sugar fix. I opt for an Americano, and with our drinks in hand, we roam the never-ending shops of Old Town.
We turn a corner down a cobblestone alleyway, and I gasp at what’s laid out before us. “Oh my god. Look.”
Four vending machines are tucked into a hole in the wall. The first contains ice-cold drinks, the second is filled with a host of European snacks, the third with medicine, toiletries, vapes, and baby products. But it’s the fourth machine that intrigues me. It’s stocked with lube, condoms, and sex toys. Who knew a variety of vibrators, dildos, and anal plugs could be bought like a bag of chips?
Millie squeals, snapping a picture with her phone. “Now there’s something you don’t see in America.”
“See anything you like?” I laugh.
“Actually.” She drags a finger over the tempered glass and pauses at B4. “You, right there.”
Once she’s inserted twenty-five euros, a hot pink rabbit drops from its shelf.
