Tasting Summer Novels & Stories

I got to watch Asher try out new food and watched his reactions to the terrible ones. We got a private resort so we made out in the jacuzzi every night under the moon light, fucked once or twice but whose counting? Everything was just so... perfect. One night, when everyone had gone to sleep and we were sure no one was out, we went to the beach. We laid in the sand after playing in the water like kids. The thing about their water was that it was like... crystal clear blue Like you could legit see what was under the water. New York could never relate.

It was as if he hadn't properly heard her, or perhaps was pretending not to. "I said I want to drink it," Summer repeated, her tone louder this time. If James failed to hear her once more, Summer felt tempted to throw a pillow at him. Luckily, James caught on. He handed her the glass and said, "Go ahead, give it a try. It's really good." Summer didn't hesitate. She picked up the glass and poured the crimson liquid into her mouth. In one gulp, she downed the entire glass. The wine indeed tasted exquisite, with its rich grape sweetness and a hint of refreshing acidity. It was akin to stepping into a natural vineyard, enveloped by the scent of grapes.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

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.... •••

"You know me. I don't deal great with surprises. I'll have to be told straight out if you want anything from me." Playfully thrapping my arm, she mock said, "Stop being difficult. You will love it once you actually try." Victor raised his glass and laughed, " to family then, and to the wedding ahead." I too felt tightness in my throat. Finally, the dinner dwindled to an end. I kissed my mother's cheek, shook Victor's hand, promised him to assist as much possible. Free, I thought. It was just at going outside, cool night air against my skin; someone waited inside.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

“Come outside. I have something special.” Kaila walked down in a short skirt. Ben opened the back of the truck. Inside he had set up a small picnic. Bowls of different ice creams sat on a clean cloth. Flavors like passion fruit, honey lavender, and dark chocolate waited for them. “Private tasting session,” he said with a grin. They climbed in and closed the door. Ben fed her a spoonful of honey lavender. The sweet taste melted on her tongue. He kissed her right after. His tongue shared the flavor. Kaila moaned into his mouth.

They had left the island for the main town and the buzzing morning market, greeted by the friendly faces of the townsfolk. Sadie was in awe of the moving performers, the buskers, the markets, the shops—everything that took her breath away. But then Irina suddenly took her to a beach club by the sea's end, where they had an afternoon brunch. Just as Irina went to take a call, Sadie was left alone, watching the water and the beautiful glimmers of sunshine on the ocean bed. She takes a picture, a sort of her eager to show the Rossi males as she misses them desperately, especially during times like this.

Clinking champagne glasses and the smell of expensive perfumes made Brye almost empty his insides. He’s in a yacht, surrounded by people he doesn’t want to be with. Not to mention that he was running away from Go since this event had started. Brye wants to be home and he doesn’t want to be here. “Your face looked like you’d be happy to jump from here and swim to the shore and go home” Michael appears beside him. “That’s right, give me more ideas like that Faustino” he replies, raising his glass a little before chugging down the contents and placing it somewhere.