His Dirty Little Secret

SUMMER."Summer would be great!" My mum Lily said, peeking above the newspaper in her hands. I let out a groan, sticking the spoonful of cereal into my mouth. It was not the first time she'd said that, neither was it the second nor the third."It would be great back here, in New York where I know and with you" I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and now, she had already placed the newspaper to the table. "It just seems like you're desperately trying to get rid of me now" I cowered my head and only then did my mum rise to make her way towards me."Hey hey" She called, sitting in the chair next to mine and she reached for my hands. The cereal in front of me was abandoned as I looked to her. Her bright blue eyes gleamed and her hair was perfectly tucked behind her ears, she did the same to mine."I would never get rid of you" Lily assured. "You know I would have told your father no if I didn't think it was best, for you even" She whispered and my heart lumped in the back of my throat

SUMMER.I pushed myself through the bathroom door, slamming it right behind me. And only when I leaned against it, left alone in the dark could I finally heave a deep breath. My hands clutched my chest and I feel my erratic heartbeat jackhammering against my rib cage.My skin was flustered pink and my cheeks were boiling. The hand which he held was still quivering so much that I had to hold still to the bathroom sink. I leaned forward, washing my face beneath the tap before looking into the mirror.What was this feeling and why was it so suddenly overwhelming?I mean this was Vincent, this was my father's best friend and up until this moment, I didn't see him as more than that. As sort of like an uncle figure which he was. Calling me often asking me about school and my dreams and everything and during the divorce, we might have spoken a lot more often but it was never about something other than the ordinary.The normal.This was abnormal.He was on the brink on turning forty and here

SUMMER."Hmm this is so nice" I bit into the slice of taco, a splurge of cheese sticking to the corner of my lips. And Vincent, on the opposite end of the table couldn't refrain himself from laughing. I knew whenever he did, there was probably wrong with something on my face."What is it?" I groaned, after only shyly agreeing to share the table with him. I knew I was right to have been worried about eating in front of him and all he'd done in the past half hour was constantly prove my point and roll my eyes to as far back in my head that it almost became permanent.He took a bite of his so delicately that it barely left a mark and I scoffed at his childish flaunting. "But it really is delicious" I added, letting my eyes gaze up to the name of the restaurant at the heart of Oregon. "Taco here is unbeatable compared to any other place" Vincent praised."Excuse me." I clamored, even though he could have been right but my biggest mistake would be me admitting to that. "I mean you already

VINCENT.It was hard to control myself when I was around Summer.Her alluring eyes and her cheeky bright smile should have never turned me on to begin with. She had such an effect on me that no one had ever had and it was even strange to me why I felt these things, especially after so long that I’ve known her.And that’s without putting aside the fact that she was my best friend’s daughter which was definitely about to complicate a lot of things. I knew that, I knew the dangers and I knew the risks and often when I was away from her, I would convince myself not to look so much, not to care so much. To hold back those emotions but it all went down the drain the second she’s standing in front of me and I’m lost in her innocent blue eyes. Just like in that moment.“Summer” Her name left a sweet taste on my lips as I held her back and for a second, my hands fell to where I held hers and there was a sizzly spark at the intersection. “Don’t get mad,” I softly said, I had to tell her.“But

SUMMER.It’s been four nights since he left.Four excruciatingly long sleepless nights and often times I would feel even worse in the mornings when I opened my eyes. I sat there, with my phone in my hands, staring down at his name.Vincent.Why did my heart so badly start to yearn for him after the kiss? It was as though he was the air that I needed to breathe, like I just needed to see him. I couldn’t go one more day.But then again, his intentions were clear as day.I looked down at my unanswered messages, a couple of them and all that rang in my ears were his last words before he left. “We can’t do this anymore. This is forbidden” His stoic decadent voice remained engraved into the back of my memory for even so many days that passed. I wish I could have said something then.Like I knew it was, I knew it was also weird. I knew everything that was at stake, him being my father’s best friend and me being little naive Summer but why did I want him even more? Why was his touch all my b