Chapter 111

Summer’s POV

We stumbled back into the house, still dripping from the shower we’d taken together—because apparently neither of us could wait five seconds to lock eyes before the soap even rinsed out. Honestly, things between us had been trudging through molasses for months, and this? This felt like Nike running shoes on the ice. Easy, natural, and somehow thrilling enough to make my heart want to crawl out of my chest.

When we finally peeled ourselves out of the bathroom, we descended the staircase in what I can only describe as minimalistic fashion: him in tight black briefs (I swear, sometimes I consider patenting a scheme that just beams him into my arms like Jesus on toast), and me in one of his old tees, which smelled like fresh laundry and adventure. Our mutual stomach growls echoed through the hallway because nothing screams “We’re back together!” like bonding over ravenous hunger.

“First international adventure: Thailand,” Jared announced, diving int