Just for the Summer (Part of Your World, #3)

by Abby Jimenez

“Look at you,” I said. “Thirty seconds into the zompoc and you’ve already lost your shoes, your phone, and you’ve been bitten.”

Whatever pheromone was made for me, she had it. I felt drunk by the proximity to her.

I wanted to see his pajamas on Christmas morning and find out what he looked like with birthday candles lighting his face and snow in his hair. I wanted to be tangled in him, in all his limbs and all his strings.

If this isn’t magic, then what is?

But that’s not what real grown-up relationships are like. They’re like this. Being mature enough to know your limits, and adult enough to accept when someone tells you what they are. Even if it breaks your heart.