I think every now and then about Seanโs thumb pressed against my wrist and daydream about him touching me again. But mostly I think about the way he looks at me โ with respect โ and I think thatโs probably worth more than anything.
Maggie Stiefvaterwhether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy... I was wondering if it was going to be a kiss at the end, or sad music and a sweeping camera shot over the fields I once roamed freely. I'm hoping for the kiss, but expecting the sweeping camera shot.
Maggie StiefvaterI fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, Iโd love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But Iโm never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, Itโs summer when she smiles, Iโm laughing like a child, Itโs the summer of our lives; weโll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand Iโd be happy with this summer if itโs all we ever had.
Maggie StiefvaterThere's a tap on the door then. We all exchange looks, Tommy Falk's as uncertain as the rest of ours. No one moves, so I finally wipe my hands off on my pants, go to the door, and open it a crack. Sean stands on the other side, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a loaf of bread. I wasn't prepared for it to be Sean, so my stomach does a neat little trick that feels like either hunger or escaping.
Maggie Stiefvater