Our eyes hold for an eternity-long second. A strand of dark hair has fallen over his square brow, like it believes in his stoic facade just as little as I do. “Summer,” he says. I sway closer. “Yes?” He bends down and my eyes flutter closed as he presses the briefest of kisses to my cheek. The soft scratch of his beard against my skin sends goose bumps racing along my arms. “Don’t think I haven’t thought about it,” he murmurs. “Oh,” I breathe. When I open my eyes again he’s smiling to himself. He gives me a nod and walks away, hands in his pockets. I watch him until he disappears into the New
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My heart was fluttering and I held my breath at this bit.
