Summer's Last Firefly

enough, if I gave him everything,

, watching him whisper another woman's name in his dr

me was Selena.

et to Vincent, I was always

not because I feared he would reach out, but becau

I asked quietly, my t

a moment before re

d myself unable to hurl sharp words at him, even now. Instead, I offered a gent

made my spine instinctively straighten. His fingers toyed with the badge hanging arou

I covered my badge with on

nt had given me before I left, dep

in, lifting it slightly before he glanced o

ing to avoid the awkwardness without straying too far. His crisp white sweatshirt was ef

s kind of girl. It wasn't until I tried to win his

was over, and I r

ring my eyes as I pushed Vincent's hand away. "It

e with anger. His tone turned sharp. "Serena, even if there wer

yed s

with a dessert, bre

llow glaze, its sweet aroma delicate

at it for

te shirt, let his irritation show. "If you want to eat

I decided to eat and spare m

d it touched my tongue, I knew something was wrong. Bef

d immediately, my skin flushi

flickered in

ugh the door, his face darkening the moment he sa

aid, bewildered.

to oranges! Didn

deepened. "What ar

unfinished cake and hurling it straight at V

nter of my universe, and I revolved ar

o get it. If he wanted my homemade soup, I'd get up in the

e, and loving him meant

otion only earned me hi

nships, giving too much and expecting the same

not to give too much and e

t seemed

t jogged back from the pantry, a perfectly heated towel in hand. He p

nd forth, sleepless and visibly exhaust

ulled me to rest against his shoulder, soothing me wi

to how Vincent had interrupted our date. Surel

tful word. "Serena, that's just part of your past," he s

my past – a chapter I wished

?" Clint smoothed a stray strand of my

angry or regretful. I felt no need

Not an

ust think it's a sham

ension left his body. "Well, that's easy. We'll just watch it tomo

just a movie, eas

d I sat up abruptly, pulling awa

Clint blinked

at the hospital, and it's nearly morning... You haven't written anything!" I groaned in panic,

ack into his arms. "Relax, my

lint leaned against me. "How could

ot writing if we didn't watch the

his lips. "If I hadn't used that as leverage, would

e knew me