Sixty Days Of Summer (Broken Oasis Rockstar Series, #2)

by Eve Campbell

Something’s shifting inside me. I’m getting too close, and it scares the shit out of me. I feel it in the way my chest tightens every time she’s near, in the way it tears me up inside to see her hurt. I don’t know what to do with any of this—these feelings I can’t even begin to name—and it’s freaking me the fuck out.

When she rests the side of her face against my chest, I hold her like she’s the only thing that’s keeping me from falling apart. Maybe… just maybe it’s okay to let her in. Perhaps she’s the one who can help me make sense of all the messed-up crap. And that thought alone terrifies me more than anything else.

For once, the chaos in my head seems to settle. There’s no noise, no anger—just the steady rhythm of her touch. I focus on that, on her, letting her be the one thing that makes sense in all this mess.

“I want to fucking hear you,” I growl against her skin, my voice thick, dripping with need. “So be a good girl, or I’m not going to give you what you want.”

"You’re beautiful, you know," I say, and I can’t believe those words came out of my mouth. It’s not something I’ve ever said to anyone before, but with Scarlet, I’m doing shit I never thought I’d do. She has this way of getting in, pulling my dark shit to the surface, and somehow making it okay. It’s like with her, I don’t need to hide who I am. And that shit fucking terrifies me.

“You’re the one thing in my world that makes sense when everything else is so fucked up. I don’t know how to do this right, but I want to. I want to figure it out—with you.”

“I’d tear down the whole fucking world just to make you smile. You’re everything to me, Scar.”

I’m loving this openness between us. All the walls I spent years building around my vulnerability are gone, and for the first time, I’m not scared of her seeing the real me—the broken parts, the messed-up shit. The way she looks at me, like all my flaws and scars are just parts of who I am.

As the early morning light, soft and golden, slips through the blinds, I reach out, brushing a strand of hair away from Scarlet’s face. She’s asleep, completely at peace, and for a second, I just take it all in. Everything is clear now. I love her. Probably have for way longer than I even knew. But saying it out loud last night? That shit changed everything. There’s no going back now. Not after this. For the first time in my life, I’ve let someone in.

She’s the one for me. I get that now. No one else will ever get this close, not the way she has. It’s terrifying, sure, but fuck, it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.

I pull her into me, careful not to wake her just yet. I need to hold onto this. Hold onto her. It’s just us, no more chaos. I’m hers, and she’s mine. That simple truth makes everything feel… lighter.

The future doesn’t feel hazy anymore—it’s clear, almost within reach. I can sense it in the sweet scent of blooming flowers, feel it in the warmth of the sun filtering through the leaves. It’s like I’m watching our life come together, piece by piece, with Scarlet and me building something lasting, something real.

In this moment, I’m absolutely certain of it. She’s my safe haven, my anchor in this vast, unpredictable world.

“Scar,” he starts, his voice thick with raw emotion. “You’re my fucking everything. I don’t want anyone else but you. If you end up on the other side of the world, I’ll cross oceans to be with you. I want you to chase your dreams with everything you’ve got, and if that means we’re apart for a bit, then so be it. But know this—I’ll be right there with you, every single step of the way. I’m not going anywhere, no matter where life takes us. I promise you that there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go. I’m all in, and I’m not backing down. I fucking love you, Scar. Like I’ve never loved anyone else in my life. You’re my everything, my fucking life.” He takes a deep breath, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “And I want you to move into my house with me. Let’s make this real, Scar. No more doubts, just us.”