It’s treacherous, this thing between us. This connection that we have. The ache that fills me, the pain of craving her nearness, the desperate, wretched need to be as close to her as possible could start world wars, I swear it. You can roll your eyes and call it teenage melodrama, but I know as surely as I know my own name that there are no two people on this Earth more tightly tethered together than me and Summer-Raine.
