Page 60 of Summer's Edge

He laughs as he says it and I grin too. “You should try it too. It’s not a bad place to be.”

He shakes his head, waves his hand and goes back inside.

And I get on my bike and ride to Summer.

She’s in the kitchen when I enter the apartment, measuring the spaghetti she’s gonna make us for lunch, while wearing an apron that says Kiss the Cook.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I say as I walk up and scoop her into my arms.

She looks confused. “The apron, I mean.”

She smiles wide. “What are you waiting for?”

I kiss her deeply and slowly, savoring every last bit of the softness that is her lips. She tastes like the strawberries that we had for breakfast, like the wind of the ride we took last night, like moonlight itself.

Even back at the cabin, I knew that one taste of her will never be enough. I know it even more clearly now.

“You’re really excited to be moving in, aren’t you?” she asks as she breaks away from the kiss.

“I’m not gonna lie,” I say. “It’s probably the best day of my life. Or at least in the top five.”

She smiles, her whole face lighting up mischievously. “And to think we almost didn’t get to this day.”

The memory of the huge hunting knife to her throat flashes through my mind, vivid as the night I saw it for real.

She shakes her head and smiles even wider. “I’m not talking about almost dying. I’m talking about that night at the cabin when you told me there was no way anything would ever happen between us.”

“Oh, that,” I say and laugh, the terrible memory sinking back down to the bottom of my mind. “Yeah, I’m not gonna promise not to say and do stupid things in the future, but I’m sure gonna try not to.”

“And I promise I’m gonna try to keep you from making as many mistakes as I can.”

Sassy and catty. Just like I love it.

“Oh, is that so?” I say sternly and pick her up. “Try stopping me now. Lunch can wait.”

I carry her to the bedroom. She wraps her arms tight around my neck and kisses me on the way.

“What, no arguments?” I ask as I lay her down.

“Nope,” she says and grins. “This is exactly what I wanted.”

Me too.

Especially after I get her out of her clothes and kiss as much of her perfect body as I can reach. Who needs lunch when I have this? Who needs breathing when I have her? Who needs anything in the world when he has the love and devotion of a woman like Summer?

I sure as hell don’t.

And I plan on spending the rest of my life making sure she knows how I feel.

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THE END