my fingers through her hair.
I’m running my hands through them now, and holding her tight against me, feeling how cold her skin is, when I pull her closer and try to warm her up by rubbing her arms with mine. She looks up into my face then, and I can see the hurt and the pain in her emerald eyes, clear as day. She’s looking at me with a look that beckons for me to kiss her, to ravage her mouth with everything I’ve got.
It is so hard to resist. I want to kiss her as she wished, but I couldn’t. Not at that moment. Not with Drew right there in the same room, looking pissed. As much as I want Summer, as much as I love her, and would do anything for her, I couldn’t rub it into Drew’s face that Summer and I still have strong feelings for each other, and it seems that no amount of distance has diminished the way she feels for me, and at that moment, I couldn’t care if she is with Astor, Drew, or no one. All I know is that I want Summer. More than anything else in my life right now, I want her. And I’ll get her even if I have to fight for her.
Chapter 3
Drew
W hen did Nat ever do something spontaneous? Never that’s when, so when Mr. Straight and Narrow shows up at Sookie’s Pad at 2 AM in the morning, with that pained and anxious look on his face that says he is out on a mission, a mission that only another man in love can see, I wanted to kick him back to whatever hangar he arrived from.
I’m angry. Seething mad inside. Nat should. Not. Be Here. He had his chance all these years to act on his feelings for Summer and to reciprocate Summer’s feelings for him, but he didn’t. Now here he is, acting like a knight in shining armor, trying to rescue the damsel in distress.
Too late. I beat him to the punch.
I had already spent the day with Summer, arriving into town this morning and having breakfast with her. My excuse? Anything, but it turns out I have something legitimate for an excuse. I’m here visiting campus, trying to decide whether or not to go to USC for early admissions. That’s a legitimate one, but the other one I give Summer is that I wanted to celebrate her birthday with her early. She’s turning eighteen, like Rachel and I had a few weeks ago.
Man, I do not know how it’s possible, but Summer looks even more stunning now than she’s been during summer. She’s gotten more toned everywhere, and her face has that golden tan. That’s just the natural part of her. The rest, the hair and the way she dresses…it’s like she’s become super sexy. She’s definitely now the girl who walks into a bar (not that she can be at one right now being under 21) and all the guys will be ogling her. I don’t think I like that idea. Seeing her all sexed up looking drives me over the top with want for her, but at the same time, I want her to tone it down. I’ll be fighting every single guy who looks at her that way.
“Since losing Aunt Sookie,” Summer says when I asked how she’s doing, “I poured more of my time and energy into being on the volleyball team just so I wouldn’t miss her. Then we got good, really good and kept winning all the games. It wasn’t until some scout from USC came by and told me they were building their women’s volleyball team there and wanted me to be part of it, that the reality of me winning a scholarship to USC to play volleyball, became a reality. Scholarship to USC and all.”
“Sounds like you’re doing great,” I say, a bit disappointed she didn’t mention how much she missed me. I have a bit of an ego, I know, when it comes to women and how many of them keep throwing themselves at me. But all that doesn’t matter when it comes down to Summer. She’s what counts to me, and I have almost nearly given up all girls and all sex because of her. She’s the reason why I haven’t slept with a girl for a while.
Although she’s been dating Astor Fairway for a while, I still have hope she’s going to come around and notice me standing there, always