The Summer of Broken Rules

by K.L. Walther

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

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

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

“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.

Of course, Sarah’s was not complete without quoting Taylor Swift, a line from the classic “Lover.”

“Enough with this pretending nonsense. If you want him, go get him. Don’t miss your shot.”

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