𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

chapter five; not so secret

꒰꒰・┄┄・𓆩♡𓆪・┄┄・꒱꒱

"DID YOU GET IT?" Steve shakes his head in amusement as he watches Summer struggle to free her bag from underneath the passenger seat.

"Almost!" She exclaims happily despite the uncomfortable position she was in. Her face was pressed against the back of the seat and her arm was stretched out as far as it would go, trying relentlessly to unhook the strap from whatever it was caught on.

Steve couldn't help but laugh at the girl. He'd offered to help but she was too caught up in her stubborn ways and denied it. Instead, she told him that she was perfectly capable of getting it all on her own. Well, that was ten minutes ago, and now even the neighbours were starting to get suspicious.

With one last tug, the leather material finally comes loose and Summer flies back into the seats with a thud, but she was too proud of herself to care about the impact. Climbing out of the car, she slips the bag over her arm and joins Steve's side, a chuffed smile on her face.

"Remind me to never put my things up on the dashboard ever again." She huffs, blowing a piece of hair that had fallen in her face only for it to land in the exact same spot.

"Or..." Steve begins, stopping to tuck the piece of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering for a second to caress her cheek and she leans into the warm touch. "... maybe you should stop being such a clutz?"

"Hey, I'm not that bad." Summer retorts and playfully slaps him though the guilty smile on her lips deceives her words.

"If you say so." He chuckles, trailing his fingers down her throat and hooking on the chain that hung loosely around it.

His gaze drops to her chest where the small pendant sat and he takes it between his fingers, rolling it slowly along with the pad of his thumb as a small breath escapes him. For such a small object it sure held a lot of meaning to them. It was the first proper gift Steve had ever given her, not to mention it was what had saved her life. It was like their own little lucky charm and the fact that Summer wore it wherever she went comforted him in a way.

Noticing the way he was looking at her, Summer chooses to ignore his previous comment and instead marvels at the boy in her arms. His eyes had slightly glazed over and a vibrant smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"What are you thinking about?" She whispers and brushes his hair back before letting her hands fall to rest around his neck.

"You." He sighs, returning her gaze. "Us."

"What about us?"

"Just how badly I want to..." His words trail off as he slowly inches himself towards her and places a kiss on her lips.

Summer is quick to pull away, but that doesn't stop him. "Steve, my Mom is right inside." She protests and he responds, except his words are so muffled against her neck that they're barely coherent, as he peppers small kisses all the way down the left side and over her scar.