Summer Love Book Novels & Stories

Bethany's expression froze, the joy in her eyes vanishing as sheer panic took its place. The terror she felt was laid bare in front of Mitchell, and in that moment, it looked almost comical. Though it was the height of summer, Bethany felt a chill crawl over her skin, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. She had already experienced the madness that Mitchell could descend into for Heather's sake, twice now, and the fear of reliving it a third time made her stomach turn.

Ivan will move on, and all of this will just be a strange summer memory we both pretend never happened. Honestly, I was beginning to regret coming back here at all. I just wanted a break. A peaceful, quiet vacation. But instead, I got swept into something I never saw coming.

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Summer argued as she got up slowly. "I'll help you to your room and then take a shower, I'm starting to smell like a tomato." I helped her walk slowly into her room and gave her her night medication before helping her get into bed. The shower in this apartment is amazing. I didn't even know where was all that water coming from, the shampoo and the conditioner Summer uses are simply fantastic, my hair has never been smoother. I slipped into my short silk pajamas before throwing on the softest bathrobe ever, when I walked into Summer's room she was reading a book lying in the middle of her bed.

Summer Margins Six months later, the bite of the winter solstice had completely vanished, replaced by the heavy, golden warmth of a Pacific summer. The slate glass and frost of the rugged coastline were gone, swapped for deep blue water that rippled gently under a brilliant June sun. Down at the Oakhaven Cove marina, the air was thick with the scent of wild sea roses, sun-baked cedar docks, and roasted coffee beans.

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

She sat down across from me and propped her chin on her hand as she asked with a smile, “Dr. Summer, did you enjoy the show last night? I even brought my purse into the bedroom on purpose so you could hear more clearly. Oh, but there were probably some parts that you missed. After all, John doesn’t just like to do it in the bedroom. He enjoys other places even more.” Looking at the smug smile on her face, I finally understood. She had known the whole time. When I did not respond, Anna helpfully pulled out her phone and tapped play on a recording. “John, between me and Summer, who do you love more?” “She could never be as naughty as you.” John’s movements grew rougher. His voice turned hoarse

Richard was home early once more. Ryan smirked, his hand sliding between my legs, pushing his cum back inside me. “Round eleven?” he whispered, starting to thrust his fingers. I moaned softly, spreading my legs wider. This summer wasn’t just forbidden anymore. It was ours.

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?

he said, standing and walking toward me. He reached for a book above my head, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me could melt me on the spot. Was he always this handsome? Why did his eyes seem so familiar? Calm, yet deep—like the ocean. He smiled and tapped the book lightly against my forehead before waving it playfully as he backed away, still smiling. I looked at the book he was holding—Time and Time Again by Tamara Ireland Stone. My comfort book. I don’t relate to Ana, but I do to Ben. We both don’t stay.