Summer Ever After (Falling for Summer)

by Kortney Keisel

“Pft,” Deedee scoffs. “I’m on the verge of death. Do you honestly think I’d waste my time reading anything other than romance?

“That’s the problem,” Cat says. “It’s fiction, not real. Real men in real life don’t sweep women off their feet. They don’t profess love the way the books make it seem. They don’t flex their hand after touching a woman. It gives us a false standard of love and sets us up for failure.” I feel personally attacked. It’s as if someone has defamed my religion. Stomped on my flag.

“You look good wearing my jersey. Real good.”

Walker Collins is a walking romance trope. Nothing has ever been so annoying and so satisfying at the same time.