Page 610 of Summer Heat
“Yes, please.”
When I see the photo vanish into cyberdust, I sigh with relief.
He smiles as he looks from me to the photo now exclusively on his phone. “You are seriously, the sexiest little thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, woman.”
I almost can’t believe how turned-on he looks. I mean, I get it, it’s a naked photo. But still, the way he’s looking at it, you’d think I was the world’s greatest centerfold.
Finally, I break down to look over his shoulder, thinking maybe I’ll see something magical to warrant his undivided lust—perhaps a double rainbow with two pots of gold on my boobs.
There is no rainbow.
In fact, there are also no boobs.
He cropped everything but my face out.
“Told you it was beautiful,” he says with a wink.
20
| JASON |
SATURDAY
(Time: 6:05 p.m.)
Summer is officially the first woman I’ve ever brought up here to my cabin, and she just…fits here.
“An actual log cabin.” She sighs happily before she goes off to look around, her hands smoothing over all the worn wood pieces of furniture I’ve built over the years as if they’re works of art. “Everything here is just gorgeous, Jason. All these details…”
The only gorgeous details I can see right now are the ones that I’ve been going crazy over for the past few months.
Jesus, she’s so fucking beautiful.
And I mean that in every possible way. It’s not just how goddamn pretty she is, but it’s also all her quirks, her cute reactions to things. The way she looks at the world.
Only Summer would comment that the smell of sawdust in the air makes her happy.
Only Summer would crouch down on the floor and gently pat the rustic old wooden crate I use to hold firewood logs next to the fireplace as if she were saying ‘good boy’ to a pet.
And only Summer would look underneath every single piece of furniture in here to see how they were put together.
“Every aspect is so unique, so perfect.”
I run my eyes over every inch of her. Couldn’t agree more.
After she finishes her tour and returns to my arms, she snuggles in and murmurs contentedly, “Oh my gosh, Jason. You really outdid yourself on the construction. If I lived here, I’d never leave.”
Okay.
The sudden, and unexpectedly overwhelming thought of her here with me permanently feels so fucking right, that my arms immediately tighten around her a fraction more.
She squeaks, and I quickly loosen my hold, only to find she’s simply reacting to finding something else to marvel over. She rushes over to the small tree slab table in the far corner of the room I just finished making earlier in the year. A new hobby. The size is a little weird for a coffee table, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut down more of the tree trunk stump I used as the base.
“Oh my gosh, Jason, this would make such a cute kids table!”
And holy shit, all I can think about now is how she and I would make us some friggin’ cute as hell kids.
She practically skips back to me, all happiness and light.
