The Summer of Broken Rules

by K.L. Walther

“You’re very affectionate,” he said, gaze catching mine. “You know that?”

Totally not giggling 🤭 😘

And the way Wit said it—his voice. It was gentle, honest, intimate. How could it be that intimate? We’d just met.

and yall already like each other 😉😉😉😄

“You’re affectionate, too,” I murmured, and when Wit looked at me, I smiled. “Just an observation.”

I couldn’t help myself—I leaned in and kissed him, kissed powdered sugar off his lips.

🤭

“I like you,” I whispered. “I really like you.”

yessss

“I really like you, too,” he said back, grinning. “I like...

I’ll tell you when I have my arms around you,

🤭🤭 and he genuinely meant it unlike shitface I mean Ben

“Sarah talked about her for months before her visit,” Wit said quietly. He chuckled. “It was like Taylor Swift was coming to town.” I half smiled. Sarah was the most devoted of Swifties.

“Hey, Stephen!” I called, and two seconds later, I was right next to him. I grinned, took his hand, and said, “Tell me more about New Zealand.”

“Because I adore you, Stephen,” I murmured. “I adore you, but I love you even more.”