"Don't let me kiss you." "What?" I mumble, my head hitting lightly against the tree behind me, the rough bark catching and pulling on my hair, though I couldn't care less about that now. Jude meets my gaze, his eyes half-lidded and dark under the stars, the twinkle lights a few feet away casting shadows on his skin. He looks beautiful and he's touching my lip with his thumb. "If I kiss you, then this is real," he whispers, my lips falling apart at the soft pressure, our chests stilling and moving together with each stolen breath. "And we both know that can't happen." ***** After graduating high school, Marsh agrees to be a counsellor at the summer camp she loved growing up - on one condition: Jude is NOT going to be there. Only, he is there, and this is going to be one long, final summer. **this story is not complete, and will contain mature themes!**