Summer had it coming, standing there all smug with that arrogant look that said “come and get me, boys.” You could tell, just by looking, that everything would be easy in her world: you could see it on her full red lips and her too-short shorts and the tight top that wrapped around her brief little frame and left nothing to the imagination. Summer was youth and hope and promise and fresh starts, that’s what she was, and even if he knew that what she was saying was nothing but a pack of lies, knew that the things she was whispering in his ear were, without a doubt, far too good to be true, well he still had to go along for the ride because how could a person turn something like that down? It was simple enough to fall for her lines, especially for one getting up there in
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