I’m not exactly sure why I do it. But when Summer is finally in my arms, I don’t stop. I don’t say hello. I just lean down, wrap my palms around her shoulders, and kiss her. Maybe it’s to let this guy know exactly how serious I am about keeping Summer away from him. Maybe it’s because if I don’t channel the energy coursing through me into something, I actually might rip him limb from limb. Maybe it’s because the coiled tension inside me has finally snapped.
