It's Not Summer Without You Novels & Stories

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.

"You replaced me? Summer, this is outrageous!" Summer shot back, "Letting you stay at all is far more than you deserve."

"Anything with you." "Ah, darlin', I hope you still say that when we meet for real." He couldn't believe he'd been allowed to say those words, but maybe it was because Summer didn't hear them. At the very least, she didn't respond. She was busy rolling over onto her stomach on the blanket.

Goerge replied and the woman who was on the wheels of happiness didn't quite notice the hoarseness in his voice. "Did you know today is her graduation ceremony in Durham?" She asked, rushing her words out of her mouth. "I can't hear you, Benita" he yelled and Benita replied again "I am at a party with Mark. I wanted to tell you that today is her graduation ceremony. Don't you know?" She said but the music noise was not allowing Goerge to hear anything. "Where is your husband?, Where is Mark?" Goerge asked frustratedly and Benita responded instantly.

"Wear red, it will look great on you" I think to myself "Shit! Do I have anything red?!" I call Sally, come on answer phone, pick up, PICK UP! "thank God you answered, it's a code red literally,! Blake wants me to wear red and I don't own anything red!" Within minutes Sally was at My apartment entrance holding up two red dresses, "take your pick, ma' lady" she laughed. I chose the strapless long red dress, it made my waist look smaller and I felt like I deserved to be going on a date with the man I thought was finer than freshly sliced bread.

She looked up, caught me smiling, and smiled. That was it. That was the moment I was done for. Twenty one years old and this is what my life had become. Locked in my room on the first week of summer, curtains drawn, laptop open, completely feral over a woman I could never have. Dad was at work. Laura was somewhere in the house being loud about it. And Nicole was always the problem.

I took a couple of pictures of us, dance with Kal on my arms as I planted a kiss on his forehead. We headed home and I went inside my room to change and took a long bath. That night my parents went in my room when I was about to sleep. We talk about the deal and that I should prepare for Mr. Cold-foot, I mean Mr. Cole Ford will be coming any day this week. I sighed as they took their leave. I guess my freedom ends as summer starts. Summer, it’s like my favorite of all the seasons but at the same time I hate it.... •••

she replies, smiling. Oh, wow, that went better than I thought it would, “Promise? You aren’t just saying that?” I question, “Promise. We are on the same page.” She answers. I instantly relaxed, knowing we were thinking the same, for now, but there was a chance my recent thoughts would reappear, but I will just continue to fight them for the rest of our time because after the summer, we go back to our lives and possibly not see each other. “What do you want to do today?” I ask, “Or do you want to write some more?” I added.

Tell me quick what to do. Rachel: Shower and bathe every crevice in your body and douse yourself with that jasmine scent you love. He'll love it when he peels you out of your clothes. Wear one of your tank tops so he can get an eyeful of your cleavage and have a hell of a time. Oh and wear your hair loose. Autumn bit her lip, hesitant to voice the fear she'd pushed back. But if she couldn't ask practical Rachel, who then? Autumn: What if my age turns him off? I don't think he knows how old I am, really.