He haunts my dreams, like I knew he would, and I wake up angry because I’ll never see him again. It’s only June, but my whole summer is shot to hell—I’ll ache for him every night, and anyone I meet won’t live up to what he could have been to me. Yeah, I’ve had boyfriends before, guys I met on the beach or on the piers when the rides were in full swing and the summer night stretched away like taffy, sweet and sticky. But there was never anyone who made me hurt just looking at him the way Andrew does. I never imagined I wanted another summer fling or sweet God, something more, not until he came into the shop and tore my world out from beneath me before disappearing into the ebb and flow of the crowd.
As I walk to work the next day, I look in every face I pass for his, hoping to see those li
