Page 53 of My Summer Girl

“It’s like the ground is hugging me,” she whispers fondly, her face full of glee. Her dimples pop out as she smiles, like there’s no place better than the spot she’s nestled into.

“It’s getting to know you,” I reassure Dulce, knowing it’s basically tasting her, recognizing her, and making her a part of us in the only way it knows how. Connection. Gratitude. History.

She lets out a little giggle as vines sprout from the ground, caressing her skin. They’re tender, teasing Dulce’s skin with purpose and intention. It’s almost sensual, like a tongue licking across her flesh, devouring, making it theirs.

Vera.

She’s here.

The feel of her buzzes in the air, teasing my skin through the necklace resting against my chest. Dulce makes a little noise of content, like she’s missed this part of herself without knowing it existed.

“I’m Dulce,” she introduces herself. “I’m a Cupid. I want to see my mate Vex.”

I let out a grunt, wanting to know how Vex will take Dulce being mine too. There’s no denying she’s tied to us both now. Can they feel me connected to her? The bond isn’t solidified. To be honest, I don’t even know how to do the ceremony. There hasn’t been a true mate ceremony in my lifetime.

“Solera will want your intentions. Make sure to think of what you want and be open with it,” I direct her, wanting a distraction from my own thoughts.

She nods, closing her eyes. There’s this tranquility in her expression, almost like she’s having a full conversation with Solera.

I’ve only ever witnessed this with Vera.

Placing my hand over my heart, emotions flood through the bond there. Fear, anxiety, and a little bit of anger.

I pause on the anger, knowing it’s not my fault that I’m entangled with three people.

We’re destined. I’m unsure of how, exactly, but it’s apparent, and when they find out—whenever that is—there’s hope it’ll all go smoothly.

Chapter Twenty

Dulce

Enjoy the Silence – Depeche Mode

Unsurprising to me, Raevar is kind. He somehow finds us food easily, carries me when my feet hurt, and has introduced me to several random people by name.

Not sure how their world works, but we don’t know every Cupid in Amantes and we definitely don’t know every person in the human realm. The way warmth encases my heart at his acknowledgement of each person has me wanting to cuddle into his chest and tell him he’s amazing.

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