“Summer, wait. Please.” She stops and turns back to face me. “What, Dylan? What do you want?” “This,” I say, closing the distance between us and grabbing her face in my hands. Her eyes bounce between mine when I stop an inch from her lips. “I want you. All of you.” I’m not sure who makes the first move, but our lips meet, and it’s nothing like our previous kisses. It’s slow, it’s explorative, it’s perfect. Every feeling I have for Summer is being poured into it. Our bodies stay still, our hands don’t roam. Nothing matters in this moment except for this kiss, and when I finally pull away,
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