Page 64 of The Bright Side of Brooding
One brow flared in response. Fair enough. But unfortunately, her busy schedule happened in the evenings, and mine took up most of the weekend days. The stone of that truth sank to the bottom of me. “We’ll hardly see each other this weekend.”
She set her hands on either side of my neck. “Are you missing me already?”
“Of course. If I had it my way, I’d be with you all the time.” Ah, damn. Maybe a bit much there.
Her lashes fluttered, and before I could try to pass off my comment as a joke, she beamed at me.
“Well, that is the most adorable thing you’ve said to me.”
I chuckled at her clear delight. “Guess that didn’t freak you out?”
She slowly shook her head from side to side. “Not in the least.”
My heart thumped hard in my chest. The heat in her eyes sent my arms around her, and my body pressed into her in seconds. Our kiss was sure and full of promise. It was sweet, both satisfying and maddening, because anything with Summer made me wish for more. Since we both knew now wasn’t the time, we broke apart.
“I like you,” she said, her voice a little rough.
“Good. I like you too.”
We said goodbye, and I made the brisk walk home. I didn’t voice the concern over her plans for the future or how they diverged from mine. We would talk more tomorrow—I’d savor every second with her, and I wouldn’t need to rush. We had time to explore things between us, and even if our schedules made seeing each other difficult this weekend, we’d figure it out. I’d show up on her doorstep at ten every night if I had to.
