The Summer of Broken Rules

by K.L. Walther

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

I also wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kiss Wit.

You make me feel absolutely golden.

“Smart,” Wit went on. “Goofy.” He took a breath. “Dramatic. Midnight snacker. Loyal. Fantasy reader. Competitive. Deep sleeper. Fearless.”

This place…” He trailed off to gaze up at the moon. “It’s one of those special places where you feel like time doesn’t exist. Where it will always be summer, where I’ll always wake up with you.”

“I know you don’t like hearing this,” I heard him say, “and I know I promised not to tell you, but you are pretty, Killer. You’re pretty, beautiful, stunning, mesmerizing.” He paused. “But that’s not all you are. You’re everything Claire said and more. Clever, funny, caring, lively, strong, brave—all of it. You are all of it.” He kissed the top of my head. “And I do know how much you adore me,” he whispered. “I just wish it was as much as I adore you.”

Sending my love anywhere and everywhere, Mer

his neck to run a hand through his hair. “Because I adore you, Stephen,” I murmured. “I adore you, but I love you even more.”