“Adam's not coming. From the slump in my heart, I know it was he who lured me here. Two or three weeks alone with Adam, breathing his smell, gazing into his abyssal eyes, thrilling to his voice.
And yet it would have been agony. Brotherly jests, clumsy gallantry, me close to bursting with forbidden desire. It's not like he was going to dump Summer just because I sail better.”
―
Rose Carlyle,
The Girl in the Mirror
