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“Oh, I get it. I was wasting my time trying to sell you on her. You were already sold.” His gray eyes light up gleefully. “You have a thing for Dean’s sister.”
Coach nods. “Pain in the ass, those Roselawn guys.” “I literally just said I went to Roselawn,” Hunter protests. “I repeat—pain in the ass, those Roselawn guys.” Hunter sighs.
Sunshine, I finish silently. Just like her name, Summer is sunshine.
When she laughs, she does it with her entire body and soul. Needless to say, I like provoking that response from her.
She has the kind of smile that makes a man want to start writing very bad poetry. Dazzling and genuine and as beautiful as the rest of her.
She does cute little ballet jumps when she’s making breakfast in our kitchen.
elevator doors slide open. The next thing I hear is, “What the fuck!” It’s Dean. As in Summer’s brother Dean. As in my good friend Dean.
This is the second time someone’s walked in on us while I’ve been lodged deep inside her. But this is a million times worse because it’s her brother.
“I’m not having kids with you,” I wheeze at Summer. “I don’t want to be part of your insane family.” “Oh hush, sweetie. It’s too late. I’ve become attached.”
So yes, Summer is everything. She’s my muse. My sketches of her are already being transferred onto my computer to create the assets for the new video game I’m designing.
But most of all, she’s my heart.
