It's Not Summer Without You Novels & Stories

The screen lit up instantly. Sophie (14 missed calls) Sophie (10 new messages) Sophie (2 voicemails) He didn’t open a single one. Ever since the party, Sophie hadn't stopped texting him, but he had ignored every single one of them. His thumb hovered over Clear All when another notification slid in. Kade: “You good, man? Party tonight at Red Haven. Interested?” He stared at it for a second, lips twitching. Typical Kade. Always the party guru. He typed a guick reply. “Been a long day. Maybe next time.”

[Are you still going to marry me tomorrow?] Rosalyn glanced at Julia, who was sound asleep, when she received the text late at night. She then replied: [Here's my address—come pick me and my grandmother up tomorrow. Just don't come if you change your mind.] [See you tomorrow, my bride!] Just seeing the reply left Rosalyn with swelling bitterness inside. She would be a bride soon too, but her groom was an internet friend whom she had never met.

"Scarlett, Scarlett." A bright female voice pulled me back from my thoughts. "Your phone's been ringing forever. Maybe it's something important?" I glanced down at the screen. It was Tony. I hesitated, then answered. "Scarlett," his voice came through, low and familiar. "Tomorrow's my thirtieth birthday. Will you come home? We could… have dinner together." Before I could reply, he added quickly, almost nervously, "Mamma misses you." "Alright," I said with a small laugh. "I'll come."

She shows me a piece of yellow bikini that's extremely eye-catching. "I'm sure you're going to rock in it," I answer with a smile. "Miami chicks, better watch out for your men," she screams her usual lines, forcing a smile out of me, before breaking into a heavy sigh. "Even if I can't have Liam, this has been the best summer ever." Can we not talk about Liam?

” Aaron ~”Is there anything else I can get you? Summer ~”I will ask Mat to take me to the shop.” Aaron ~”Okay, I am going to go downstairs to make us coffee.” Summer ~”I will be down in a bit.” I head downstairs to the kitchen but halfway down I forget that I forgot my phone in my room. I turn back up but before I go into the room I can hear her talking to someone on her phone. Summer ~”I am going to do it.” Mystery Caller ~”...”

"But this is different. Fate didn't only choose you for me. I choose you too. Every day I want to get to know you better, spend time with you, make you happy, and please you; the hours in the day never seem to be enough. I believe it is something I will find myself wanting to do for as long as I live. I do not see an exit in there for me, Butterfly, so please don't question my intentions. Your Rosemary scent is all I think about most of the time. You are always on my mind, and I don't want you out of it. Please don't overthink this. Do not let Winter's past affect our future. Whatever Winter is going through, she and Noah will navigate it together. Let's just focus on us, what we have and wh

It was clear in the silent night. Summer gripped the phone. "Where are you going?" "I don't know yet. I'm going to the airport. I'll take a flight at random." Summer was heartbroken. "You're crazy!" "Summer, I'm not. I've always wanted to take a trip. If I stay here, I'll go crazy. Going to a strange city, seeing strange scenery, and making new friends can make me happy. Don't keep me here. I'll be depressed. You don't want to see me like this, do you? "

I steered the conversation away, my mood slightly subdued. Summer’s expression shifted at the mention of Ignatz, her eyes showing hesitation. "Come on, we’re best friends. There shouldn't be any secrets between us, right?” I nudged her, a bit irritated but mostly just showing concern for her love life. "I’m not sure about my feelings for Ignatz. I like him, but I'm not entirely sure if it's in a romantic sense." Summer’s previous heartbreak with Claude had made her cautious, understandably so. Despite her composed exterior, that experience had deeply affected her.

I spit out not giving any room for her to think over my words. Summer stands from the chair and her petite height makes her head to be on my chest. She is ridiculously short. What she does next takes the breath away from my lungs. Summer climbs on my legs and using her hands to grab my shoulder, she stands on her tiptoes. This makes her come to my face and she is so close that I smell her jasmine fragrance. So natural. "The only line I would be crossing in the next ninety days is a personal one," she blurts out.

Anywhere I can reach. I don’t want this summer to end.