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. I could lie to myself and say I’m only kissing her because we’re in public. Because her jerk of a boss is watching, and he needs to
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