A Taste of Spring

Fallon's eyes lowered to Summer's hand on his thigh. At first, he seemed taken aback as his eyes widened, then those brown almost black orbs hardened like quick drying cement. He swatted Summer's hand away so fast that Summer rocked forward.

"Ah," Summer narrowed her eyes to slits, "you like it rough, huh Bareback Ken. I know a woman who will curl those uptight conservative toes of yours."

"My name is Fallon," he spat.

It was hard not to hear the disgust in his tone. "Look," Spring began but was cut off.

"Oh, you don't like labels or judgment. Hmm, go figure, Trust Fund Ken," Summer laughed.

"Please, just stop," Spring begged Summer. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Dez was still busy with his fans. He was still deep in conversation. Good...she sighed. "Look," Spring turned to Fallon, "I don't want his money. We have...I don't know, a connection. I don't want to snuff it out before I know what it is. That's all."

Summer relaxed back on the seat and crossed her arms. She pinned Fallon with a look that asked, "Do you want to continue?" Fallon looked as if he wanted to spit lava all over Summer's pumps but he eventually pulled his gaze from hers.

"He's been..." Fallon shook the words away then said, "Dezmond feels deeply. Things that some may find minor are huge to him."

"He's a grown ass man. And if that is the case, then you should tell him the truth now." Summer said as she threw her hand in the air, clearly frustrated.

never know," he said in a hushed

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DEZMOND

she wasn't able to connect to the main character in his new book. Except, his

corrected

I thought it was set

and dislikes, and not only when relating to his books. He enjoyed discovering new things from following his fans just as vigorously as they followed him. But, right now he

on her cheek where his lips touched. "It was nice talking with you but if you

that she was wrapped in Stanley's arms when he first spotted

way through his body

Fallon's voice mixed in with the others at the party as he got closer. What had his friend so animated, he wasn't sure, but if he had to bet he'd

Dez asked

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SPRING

music that filled the silence as she waited on hold, Spring absently tapped her fingers on the counter in front of her. The woman on the other side was looking at her with her brow arched in expectation. The tiny person with her, a girl who looked no more than seven or eight, had the sweetest