Summer is you

Summer is you

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Summer is just a season. Some hate it-too hot, too harsh, too much. But most people love it anyway. And I was one of them. You wouldn't find me locked in an air-conditioned room. You'd find me chasing waves, soaking up the sun, walking barefoot down sun-scorched roads, and riding my surfboard like I was born in saltwater. I lived for the heat, the chaos, the freedom. That was my definition of summer-until I met him. I'm Zulieka Rae Ashford. Zee. A U.S. citizen with a Filipina heart. My mom? A famous actress back home. Me? Just a girl who fell in love with a country, with a season... and with someone I could never quite reach. I had a childhood crush. He hated summer. So while I came home every year hoping to see him, he disappeared with the heat. I waited. Hoped. Got disappointed. Rinse and repeat-until I stopped expecting. But then, everything changed. Suddenly, summer wasn't just about waves and sunburns. It was him-a person. A feeling. A wildfire. I fell in love-fiercely, recklessly-with someone who burned like the sun. Hot. Dangerous. Impossible to hold. And just like summer, his love was never meant to last. This story isn't perfect. It's messy, intense, maybe even reckless. But so is love. And so is summer. If you've ever loved someone too hard, too fast, and too much-this is for you. Let's burn together. Even if it doesn't last. See you between the pages.
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I just close my eyes. Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him. My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid. Like kissing my son's best friend. And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong. But then- His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke. And suddenly, it feels so right. SO DAMN RIGHT. I breathe in too sharply. Mistake. He notices. Of course, he notices. His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?" I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?" Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right." I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close. His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to- "You wear this every night, don't you?" It takes me half a second to register what he means. The hoodie. His hoodie. *** 💔 She never expected to fall for him. 🔥 He never stopped waiting for her. 🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules. Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning. What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell. Her son's best friend. Fifteen years younger. And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting. She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself it can't happen. But then- 💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this." 🔥 "Then don't." 📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more. ** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**

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