Gently, I ease the soft cotton of her panties down, my mouth instantly watering at the sight of all the slick, hot velvet beneath. With a shift of my weight, I’m between her thighs, teasing her with kisses on my way to her most sensitive spot. She responds with a quiver, and the sting of her fingernails sinking into my shoulders is more bliss than pain. She has her grip on me, and fuck, do I like it that way.

I test a few strokes of my tongue, savoring my name on her lips, first in low, breathy exhales, and eventually on long, sultry moans. I could get addicted to that sound if she gave me the chance. I hum my approval into her heat, memorizing her taste just in case I never get to enjoy it again.

“Logan, please,” she begs on a ragged breath.

I can barely hear her over the sound of the blood pounding in my ears. Then her spine arches off the bed, saying more than words ever could. She’s so sexy, so responsive to every touch of my tongue to her skin.

As her breath gets more rhythmic, so do I, finding just the right pace to stroke her as I suck her sweet flesh. With a gasp and a final shudder, I usher her right over the edge.

Watching her come is the most beautiful sight in the world. Which is why watching her leave is going to shatter me.

• • •

“Is she really going to go? Even in all this snow?” My mother eyes me from behind her coffee mug, utterly failing to hide her disappointment.

I didn’t want to be the one to break the news of Summer’s departure plans, but when she never showed up for breakfast this morning, someone had to say something. And that someone is obviously me.

“She’s packing now,” I mutter into my coffee, letting the bitter black liquid chase away the bitter feelings I’m having this morning. “So, once the weather clears, yes. One of us will have to drive her to the airport.”

Just saying it out loud feels like a punishment. Leaving Summer’s bed this morning was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I can only imagine watching her leave the state will be a million times harder.

“All the way to the airport? In this?” Mom sweeps a hand through the air, gesturing out the window.

Last night’s rogue snowflakes quickly became the first full-blown snowstorm of the season, leaving all of Lost Haven tucked beneath a thick blanket of white. I’m not sure if it’s a sign of a fresh start or an ominous good-bye to the woman who changed everything by stumbling, not only into my life, but into my family.