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everlasting experiences. Surfing lessons from Aunt Sookie, diving, stargazing, walking and running on the beach, and even beach parties. It’s Aunt Sookie’s house, the one she kept from her marriage to a producer, when she was a young actress on a television series. The house and the series lasted longer than the marriage, but Aunt Sookie managed to still look as beautiful as she did when she first owned the house. Beautiful even up to the point she got sick and started requiring special diets and living. No one knew she was sick. Aunt Sookie. It hits me like a rock how much I missed her. How different it is without her here at her Malibu Pad. I can feel the emptiness of the place without her, and I can feel Summer’s loneliness staying here without Aunt Sookie. My heart feels heavy, and I suddenly feel that same loneliness permeate through me.
    “How are you doing?” I ask Summer, softly. Gone is my cockiness, my joking, just me and Summer, talking like old friends and confidantes. “I mean with everything?” Summer moves a bit on the small sofa, shifting her legs so she’s sitting more upright so she can face me. The sofa we’re on is really more the size of a large armchair. Summer and I are sitting so closely, she’s practically on my lap, and my entire body is aware of it. I narrow my eyes, feeling a possessive growl form from deep inside of me. I want to pull her entire body onto my lap and pull off her shorts. Every pore on my skin tells me to do it, but looking around me, at Aunt Sookie’s kitchen and even her photo on the mantel, I remember the promise I made Aunt Sookie . I don’t ever want to hurt you, Summer. Instead of saying that, I clear my throat and asks, “Why did you text me today? Is it all that stuff that’s on the Internet? Is it Astor Fairway? Is he treating you right? Is it…”
    “Nat, I text you once in a while. Today’s not that significant.”
    I shake my head and cup her chin with the palm of my hand, directing her eyes on mine. “Come on, Sum. It’s me, Nat. You can tell me anything.”
    Summer looks down and back up, her lips part in an agonizingly delicious way. Man, even now with her face in my hand, and me trying to get her to confide in me, I’m still thinking with a certain part of my body.
    “Nat,” she says firmly in a tone that reminds me of Aunt Sookie, but still velvety soft like Summer. “I’m worried about you first. You should be back in San Francisco, studying or sleeping. Not here. I don’t want to be the reason you fail out of college. Please. You have to go back now and sleep or study and get ready for that exam. I’m fine. I’ve been fine. And I…I have Drew…”
    “Summer, I found them! Fresh fluffy newly-washed towels. I know Aunt Sookie isn’t here, but I don’t want to drip water all over the oriental rugs…”
    Drew. Speak of the devil. My mischievous brother is here, too. He is standing there at the doorway from the room he and I share at the Pad, dumbfounded. He’s wet, only wearing boxer shorts, and they cling to his muscular body like a second skin while he tries to dry himself off with the towels.
    “Hey, Nat,” he says. “That was you at the door? What are you doing here?” He eyes me suspiciously instead of welcoming me.
    I try to hide the red hot jealousy that springs into my chest. Seeing him here dressed like that in the middle of the night, and seeing Summer dressed like that…I can only guess what has been going on, especially where Drew is concerned. What am I doing here? What made me suddenly drop everything, stop studying for my exam, risk failing my exam and ensuring the wrath of Dad upon me to fly out here tonight?
    “I was worried about Summer and wanted to check on her,” I say calmly.
    “All the way from San Francisco?” Drew asks. “There’s more to it than that.” His eyes narrowed slightly at me. I can tell he’s not happy seeing me here.
    It’s funny, although I see Mom every other day at our