Summer's Pov
I woke up touching my cheek.
Not dramatically, not like some girl in a movie pressing her fingers to her face and sighing at the ceiling. I just woke up with my hand already there, like it had been there all night, like my body had decided on its own that it needed to hold onto something my brain was still trying to process.
I pulled my hand away and stared at the ceiling.
He kissed my cheek.
Crew Ashford kissed my cheek, said thank you, and walked out of my room like he hadn't just completely short-circuited something in my brain. And the worst part, the part I kept coming back to no matter how many times I tried to push it away. The worst part was that I hadn't moved, I hadn't said anything. I'd just sat there on my bed with my heart doing something embarrassing in my c
