Summer #2
The kiss ended, just a second before the lights came back on and by the time I opened my eyes, the guy was gone.
“Dude, stop it! You’re thinking about it right now!”
Nic’s voice brings me back to the present and I sigh, knowing that I’m totally busted.
I know that she’s right, that my obsession with that kiss is completely unhealthy, especially because since that night, I’ve compared every single kiss to that one and nothing has ever come even close to it.
Every time I’ve kissed someone, no matter how much I liked them, I’ve been disappointed.
“I know, Nic. It’s just that—”
“Kaya, do you wanna know what I think?”
I narrow my eyes in mock annoyance.
“Does my answer matter?”
She giggles.
“No, because you’re getting my fucking two cents anyway.
I think that it’s been three years since that kiss and that party was crowded with virtually every teenager in Star Cove and Shell Cove.
You know better than me that Shell Cove is full of tourists and most people are just passing by for a weekend or one single summer.
It’s impossible to tell who it was, so you have to let it go.
Moping about it won’t bring you any happiness and as your best friend, I want you to be happy.
So, let’s go get pretty before your ‘beau’ gets here tomorrow and let’s have a fun, hot summer. ”
I sigh and accept Nic’s hug. On a rational level, I know that she’s completely right, but tell that to my heart.
I dream about that kiss every night before I fall asleep, I think about him every day.
Sometimes, when I’m sad or worried, I write him letters, even though I have no idea how the guy even looks. But I felt this overwhelmingly strong connection and I imagine that he would understand, that he would take me in his arms and kiss the rest of the world away.
But yeah, Nic is right and I solemnly swear that I’ll give this thing with Marc a fair shot.
Marc is handsome and great to talk to, so I need to stop thinking about Mystery Dream Guy and date a very real guy who is actually interested in me.
I open the front door, completely lost in my own thoughts but I find way less resistance than expected and I’d have been sent flying face first down the front steps to the house if I didn’t land against a rock hard body.
“Hey! Sorry, are you all right?”
A deep voice asks with a concerned tone and as I look up, I see that it belongs to a tall, smoking hot stranger.
The guy is about six foot four and has sandy blond hair and vibrant green eyes, a perfect jaw and a dimple that appears on his cheek when he smiles, softening the utter perfection of the lines of his face.
“Yeah, thank you. But who are you? This is a private residence, can I help you?”
A hard voice I haven’t heard for three years cuts into my attempt at a conversation with the hot stranger.
“Yo, Bryce! Hands off my little sis. She’s barely fucking legal anyway. Get your ass back here and help us unload the car.”
The stranger steps back from me with an apologetic smile still etched on his face and I hear Nic’s muffled but excited squeal coming from behind me.
“Oh my fucking God! The twins are back!”