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“I need you more.” I positioned myself between her legs and I entered her slowly. I closed my lips around the small gasp that escaped her. I rocked my hips slowly, wanting to savour each moment inside her. Something about Summer cooled my destructive and explosive nature maybe because she was precious to me. I treated her like treasure but I couldn’t put a price on her.

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.

Silly questions, a funny face. It was summertime. Warm weeks spliced with days of rain. The wide sky and its clear, open blue calling people out from beyond their gated walls and routine paths. Everywhere we went, the parks were full of people. More chaos than quiet. Fat ladies in shorts with big cloth shoulder bags, their too-white skin singed to a bright pink by the stinging yellow sun. Big men with sunglasses and bald spots standing around with their hands on their hips, their movements all in wide gestures—elbows out, fingers splayed. Shoulders rolling. Smiles pressed so deep across their mouths they might even have been real. They almost always had kids with them, the women and the men,

“I’m sure you and Jessie can get in plenty of beach time over the next few days. Just like old times.” Aiden laughed, for the first time that morning feeling carefree and in her element, elated at the sheer luck of the timing. All of them, Jessie, Mitch, herself, and some other long time friends had practically made a career out of life by the shore, taking full advantage of Adelaide’s cottage being right on the water with its own private little stretch of beach, and grateful for every moment. It could prove all too easy to fall back into that breezy rhythm. “Keep talking like that and I might have to extend this trip into the whole summer.”

This time Summer looked away. She spent the majority of the day in her room doing nothing. Her thoughts meshed into one another like different colours splattered and mixed on a palette— messy and ugly. The elderly couple had gone to work, leaving food and keys. Liam had said to call them if she needed them. Summer wanted to get up, do something productive, but she simply did not have the energy to do anything. She felt tired, yet sleep evaded her. --**--

The summer evening was the summer evening. The arrival. ---

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."

a bitch with a price tag remain a bitch! Andrea quickly Munch down her food and tidy up the kitchen in minutes and she wanted to wash her face because It's summer she feel so sticky after cooking

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT IN THIS CHAPTER Juniper Summer was always my favorite season. Some people complained summer is too hot, or too humid, but I loved the feel of the sun shining down on me, loved being able to spend my entire day hanging out in and around the stream, and loved having an ice-cold lemonade at the hottest part of the day. While it was technically not summer yet — the solstice was still several weeks away — the temperature was hot enough for me to claim it was summer.