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

by Abby Jimenez

Sometimes I felt like I was roaming this earth as a ghost, seeing everything and feeling nothing. These tiny things, a fluttering heart, butterflies in my stomach—the urge to dock. I never got to feel like this.

“Why?” I asked quietly. “Why what?” “Why did you come?” “Because you needed me,” he said simply. “I will always come when you call.”