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.

"He can never know,"

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DEZMOND

was telling him how much she wasn't able to connect to the main character in his new book. Except, his eyes kept wandering over the head of his

corrected himself

thought it was set

and dislikes, and not

but if you all will excuse me," he said with a nod to everyone. Dez walked away before anyone else could ask him anything

kept Spring in his sights as he approached. She looked amazing. The fact that she was wrapped in Stanley's arms when he first spotted her was a bit disconcerting.

worked its way through his

party as he got closer. What had his friend so animated, he wasn't sure, but if he had to bet he'd say it was the long-legged

know what?" Dez asked as

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SPRING

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