Hot Summer Nights Novels & Stories

--- The October evenings are the best part of the month. After the last of the summer heat and before the November cold fully arrives, there is a window of October evenings that are exactly right. Warm enough for the window to stay open. Cool enough that you want something warm in your hands. The city is doing its evening in the specific quality of early autumn darkness that falls a little earlier each night and makes the apartment feel more interior and more itself. We eat dinner at the kitchen table. We work after dinner, both of us, until nine or ten.

The wind hummed softly, touching the trees and making them sway to its caress. The smell of the gutter, spoilt fruits, ice fish and more all mixed together in the air. All around, people were busy. The wheel barrow pusher shouted at people to clear as he approached with cartons of indomie stacked on his wheel barrow. A man selling boxers made from bedsheets was walking around calling for customers. A woman shouting, ' upstairs and downstairs!' was walking around waving pants and bras in the air.

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.

Part 4: Midsummer Dreams Summer Holiday tossed and turned in the middle of a dream that had visited on and off her whole life. She knew she was dreaming, but she didn't want it to end. The sand was warm beneath her feet and the surf lapped softly against the shore. No one else was around, just the two of them. The handsome, golden-haired man gazed at her with his midnight-blue eyes. He reached for her and she walked into his arms. He was mostly naked, a pair of cut-off jeans his only covering. She had on a sundress, with a bikini underneath. This part of the dream was the same, had been since she could remember. As she'd gotten older though, it had grown more and more explicit. Now, sometime

****** At the penthouse on the top floor of the Grand MC Hotel. "Hey! Stay still, Summer! Don't move. Be patient, I'm going to be quick, boy." The loud noise was from the bathroom. Leonard and James were wrestling with Summer, showering him to wash all the red wine of his body, especially on his neck. "Eh! Eh!" Little Summer was making noise along with the shouting. He tinseled and wiggled until two tall men were wet just like him.

MILES It’s so fucking hot. Sweat drips down my back as I stand around shooting the shit with the guys, lifting my beer can to press the cold aluminum to the back of my neck. This summer has been oppressively hot, and while the vibe of this parking lot party is great and all, I’d kill for some AC right about now.

“I’m fine, Summie… Honestly! I’m not hurt or even scarred for life. I’ll get over it, as I always do.” Just not tonight. Summer walked across her living room. Rowena had always thought the dark, dusky-rose carpet and the warm beige walls suited her friend to perfection. Only Summer could pull off this color scheme without it being too swanky. Her friend hit the switch on her stereo system just in time for Heath’s voice to fill the room. “Summie, I’d really rather not listen to his show tonight.” “Rowe, you know he was there, right? That he spent agonizing hours outside in the heat thinking he’d be responsible for your death?”

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

The tightness and heat were too excruciating. She stripped off everything attached to her body, not caring about anything anymore. She wanted to feel free, wanted to forget everything, and wanted to escape the pain that was crushing her. Breathing heavily, Selena fell back on the soft bed, her eyes beginning to close, letting the hangover take her deeper and deeper into the darkness. Before long, Dominic Varela Hawthorne had just stepped out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel when his eyes caught something that shouldn't have been there.

“Alright. I’ll sing one song with you!” “Oooh, come on!” I followed her up to the stage, where I watched her scroll through the songs before she let out a loud squeal as she excitedly grabbed my arm. “Oooooh, I love this song! Can we do this one?” I immediately paled when I saw what song she chose as the lyrics started to play through me. Fuck! How accurate this song was! Becky had just turned 18 too. I nodded and she hugged me before clicking on the song and handing me a microphone. As we sang ‘Summer Nights’ by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John my heart pounded in my chest as my thoughts turned more sinful where she was concerned. I knew they shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it. Thin