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In an instant, I was covered in filth. The others frowned and covered their noses in disgust. "Ugh, gross! You're as nasty as you smell," one spat. "Beth, why do we even need to work at her father's factory? Let's find somewhere else to work during the summer. Just look at her. She doesn't seem like someone from a rich family." Hearing that, memories of my father's factory came rushing back. Suddenly, I began to shiver uncontrollably. "But I heard the city's biggest factory belongs to her family," Bethany Reed replied. "The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates."

Twisting the tap off, Hattie led Summer to Jake’s room. Upon entering, Summer saw that Jake and Mary had taken up position in front of his computer; Hattie sat on the double bed behind them feeling a sting of anticipation and Summer, who felt very much like a stranger stayed standing looking over Mary’s shoulder. The computer hummed and ticked as the search engine uploaded. Jake turned to face Summer, he had noticed she looked bad the night before, but now she looked worse, extremely pale, her green eyes had darkened, and her lips were a greyish colour, her clothes stained by blood and the great outdoors.

” I nearly fall damn over, this is not the same Summer I know. Aaron ~”What you say baby, let's cut his cock off.” Summer ~”I will hold it you can cut it.” Somehow I think she is very serious.

I looked toward the entrance and saw Summer walking in with her minions, a smug smile already plastered on her face. She catwalked across the hall and went straight to Phoebe's table. “We're using this desk, get lost.” she said in a commanding tone. Phoebe looked up at her, stunned. “There are enough seats in the hall, summer, you can sit anywhere.” Summer scoffed, crossing her arms. “You're disobeying my order?” She picked up the glass of cold water and spilled it all over Phoebe's blouse. The fabric instantly turned see-through.

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.

Gemma let herself inhale deeply, savoring the moment, the delicate tension, the infinite possibilities. And somewhere, in the hum of the cicadas, the creak of the porch boards, and the gentle stir of the wind, Gemma whispered to her self, a quiet, reverent acknowledgment of what the night had become: “This is where the summer wind blows.”

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed into her chair like her bones had been removed. My aunt shrieked and fainted on the spot. My uncle scrambled to hold her up, pressing her philtrum to revive her. “Impossible! You cheated! You must’ve cheated! Tell me!” “Look at you, completely losing it. How could I cheat? I’m just a bookworm, remember?” Though it was true that I was a bookworm, my friends weren’t. While I studied abroad, I’d taken on some ghost-writing jobs to survive. That was how I met Annie.

Didn’t call him out. But the words lodged themselves in her mind and stayed there like a splinter she couldn’t dig out. You always smell like vanilla and rain. The rest of the day felt… off. She wasn’t wearing perfume. She never wore perfume. The only thing that could be mistaken for a “rain” scent was her shampoo — a brand she’d been using since she was twelve because it reminded her of summer storms on her grandmother’s porch. It wasn’t something she ever mentioned. Not to friends. Not to Colton. Certainly not to Micah.

**** J U N E I don’t know how it happens. One day, I’m still struggling to stay afloat, the pressure easing a little with each week that passes. The next I woke up determined to start living again. I hate that it took me six months to work through this, but every time I felt like the ground might be steadying under my feet, something would happen. So I keep my head down and focus entirely on work until the end of the school year. And then summer vacation starts and I feel… Okay. Better than okay. Almost like myself again.

Elara’s POV The morning air in the Beta estate was thick with summer roses and sweeter with anticipation. Elara sat on the small veranda outside her chambers, a cup of jasmine tea untouched in her hands. Her cheeks still flushed from memory. Her body felt different. Opened. Branded. Her skin still tingled where he’d touched her—her neck, her hips, her inner thighs. She’d woken aching, the phantom of Caelan’s mouth still worshipping her in places that had never known reverence.