Summer Forever by Amy Sparling Read Free Book Online Page B

about how much he misses me and how he can’t wait to see me. Even with those texts as confirmation, I’m still freaking out when I arrive at his house.
    His truck is the only vehicle in the driveway and that makes me oddly relieved. It would have been awkward to stumble upon a party I wasn’t invited to.
    Then, of course, of course —as soon as I’m feeling good about surprising Park with dinner and brownies, he doesn’t answer the door. I knock again, feeling increasingly stupid as I hold a bag of food and stand on his front porch. When he doesn’t answer, I take out my phone and shoot him a text.
    Me: So…what are you doing?
    Less than a minute later, he replies.
    Park: Playing Xbox. How’s work?
    I smile. I know how that boy plays Xbox—loud as hell and taking up all of his attention. He’s probably in his bedroom upstairs and can’t even hear me knocking on the door. Because he’s unknowingly scared the crap out of me, I decide to play a little game with him too.
    Me: I have a problem…
    Park: What? Are you okay?
    Me: No…
    My phone rings. Leave it to Park to insist on having important conversations on the phone. I answer and try not to laugh. “Hello?”
    “Babe, are you okay? What happened?”
    “Calm down, it’s nothing big,” I say with a smile. “I just have this little problem.”
    “And what is that?”
    “My boyfriend won’t answer the door.”
    All I can hear are shuffling sounds and then the heavy footfalls of Park running down the wooden staircase. The front door clicks and then swings wide open. Park takes one look at me, my bag of food, and the lopsided grin on my face. Then he swoops me into his arms.
    My bag drops to the floor just inside of the living room. I squeal. He buries his lips into the crook of my neck and kisses me repeatedly, making me laugh uncontrollably. Then he pulls away and kisses me on the lips, right where I need him to kiss.
    “I missed you,” he whispers, cupping my face in his hands. Before I can tell him that I missed him too, he crushes his lips over mine and slides his hands down my body, gripping me around the waist. I grab his shoulders, digging my fingers into him as he pulls me closer to him.
    When I come up for air, he pulls me up, up, up, until I’m eye level with him and my feet are hanging in the air. I wrap them around his waist and he slides his hands into my back pockets, holding me firmly against his chest. My toes tingle and my heart races and forehead presses against his. “I missed you too,” I whisper.
    “The more time I spend with you the more I know I can’t live without you.”
    I smile, too love-drunk to bother saying anything. Instead of talking, I just grip his shoulders and lean into him, soaking up every second of this moment. My eyes close and he moves, carrying me with him. When I feel a step, I lift up and open my eyes. “Where are we go—Park!” I wriggle but he holds me tighter. “Oh my God, you can’t walk up stairs with me.”
    He smirks. “Why not?”
    “I’m too heavy!” It would be entirely too embarrassing if my weight made us both tumble down the stairs.
    Park makes this arrogant snort as we round the corner of the staircase halfway up to the second floor. “You are nowhere near being too heavy, miss.”
    When we get to his bedroom, he lowers me onto the bed. Only he doesn’t have a real bed yet, so it’s an air mattress. At least he’s had time to put a new set of sheets on top of it. I’m pretty sure my heart is pounding so hard that it’s nearing the point of exploding, but I take a deep breath and run my fingers through Park’s hair as he hovers over me.
    Moments like this are so powerful, so full of love and bliss and an insane amount of adrenaline. We make out, lips crashing together, tongues grazing, bodies pressed together. I don’t even realize when my hands have slid so far up Park’s shirt that he leans back and pulls it off his head, tossing it to the floor.
    Slowly, he lowers back