Thanks for the reminder, though.” I let the sarcasm drip from my voice. “I know what happens if I screw things up, Marcus. Think about someone other than yourself for a change.” Well, hell, I’d just got a parental lecture from Marcus fucking Hardy. Your future is riding on this summer, and you’re upsetting Low. Don’t drive a car until you get your license back, and try not to piss off your coach’s brother. What else could Marcus want with me? He’d barely spoken to me on the hour’s ride up here. Slowly, I opened it back up and arched an eyebrow in question. Wait,” Marcus called out before I could completely close the truck door.
No one wanted to be stuck in this fucking cow town. I knew he was ready to get back to Sea Breeze, where Low was waiting on him. Glancing back at Marcus, I nodded and started to close the door. It was surrounded by miles and miles of green grass, trees, and a helluva lot of cows-my purgatory for the entire summer. Turning my attention from Marcus, I looked at the large white-and-tan farmhouse in front of me. “I never questioned that,” I replied with a smirk, pulling the straps of my bag up onto my shoulder. As long as he kept that in mind and treated her as such, I could live with the prick. All that mattered was that he understood that Low walked on fucking water.
Had to if I wanted to keep Low in my life. Marcus, her fiancé, was an elitist ass at times, but I dealt with him. My best friend, Willow, was a chick-a smoking-hot chick. “I did it for Low,” Marcus Hardy reminded me for the second time. “Thanks for giving me a ride,” I said, reaching for my duffel bag holding my entire summer wardrobe. While It Lasts Chapter One Eighteen months later.
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