Cam From Summer I Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

“Summer?” Summer closed her eyes briefly, her resolve hardening. She guessed the drug’s effect would kick in soon. With a swift movement, she let her silk robe slide off, revealing a low-cut camisole that clung to her curvy figure. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ben, her voice low and sultry. “Ben, I know you’re uncomfortable. Let me help you.” Ben’s expression turned icy as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away forcefully. “What are you trying to do, Summer?”

Maybe it was helped along by the drinks they’d already had that evening, maybe it was just the playful atmosphere, but all at once, everything seemed calmer, slower… slipping into a softer focus as the moment fell into a delightful, far more serious tone. And that was about the moment Jerry toddled on back, a few weathered frames in his hand. “Ah, my bad. But I thought Aiden might like to see this.” The spell broken, momentarily anyway, Aiden took a bracing swig of her beer as she accepted the photos. Jerry stood near, peering over her shoulder as she looked each one over, and he pointed out everyone in each. “That’s Stacy, your Nan’s friend from high school. And that’s Addie. There she is a

Her delicate fingers moved deftly as she typed something on her phone. Robin glanced over his shoulder at her since he was worried. However, he paused momentarily. A lot of people were aware that Summer did not like standing before all these cameras. To be precise, she feared standing in front of them. Unfortunately, there was no way for her to avoid them in this life due to her background and status. Robin had witnessed on countless occasions Summer trembling with her head hanging low in front of the cameras. However, when he looked at her now… Not only was Summer not trembling in fear, but she also seemed completely unbothered by the crazed crowd outside. She held her phone and typed swift

Mark stopped in his tracks and turned around when he did not hear her footsteps and gasping behind him. Summer sat on the stairs and looked elsewhere. The snow on the ground did not bother her at all. Mark frowned. He walked back and reached to help her up from the ground. “I thought you were the one wanting to come here? Why aren’t you moving?” “I am tired. I don’t want to walk anymore. No one says that we must get to the top. I think the scenery here is pretty good.” The warmth of his palm and fingers quickly warmed her hand. A man with a camera in hands was peddling his service. “Photo service! Photo service! Anyone want to take photos?”

Cami huffed, sounding a mixture of relief and irritation. “She probably can feel how much I love her momma,” I whispered, smiling down at her. I heard the sound of a camera snap. I looked up to see Cami holding her phone with tears in her eyes. “I had to capture such a beautiful moment,” she smiled, trying to fight back her tears. I felt Dex push forward and a rush of electricity swim through my body. I took a deep breath, smelling vanilla and strawberries. ‘MATE,’ Dex growled possessively.

"Where did you come from?" She laughs, her brown hair bobbing high in her ponytail. "I watched the whole thing go down in the hallway." "What friend hides out watching me make a fool of myself in front of the hottest guy since Brad Pitt was in Legends of the Fall?" Cammie rolls her eyes. "First off, Brad Pitt was not hot in Legends of the Fall and second, you were fine. I wanted to give you and hot lover boy a few minutes alone. And it gave me a better angle to take a picture."

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?