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Apparently, Ace wasn’t the only one that liked to watch a certain neighbor while she crafted her jewelry, the way her fingers graced the spire almost effortlessly.
His name is Brendan, or something close to that, the lad didn’t spend enough time around the pair to introduce himself formally.
He is the reason why Summer closes her apartment door, despite the blistering heat. And the curly-haired boy just hates being shut out, like so.
So he sits there on his couch, arms crossed over his chest, sulking up a storm as he watches the news idly, waiting until he is sent off with a little kiss by the doorframe to tie him over until they meet again.
He always withdraws his jealousy and anger when she’s around, though, because he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing what she does to him.
One particular August evening, though, when her door is propped open, waiting for her beau once more, he decides he’s tired of guarding these feelings that he didn’t have any business… feeling, and barges straight past her threshold, hovering over her from where she sat.
And, at a loss for words for the first time in his life, a slight pink tints his cheeks despite himself as his nimble digits wrapped around her wrist and tugged her to her feet, the other arm wrapping tight around her waist and drawing her nearer.
Then, he kisses her.
Summer swears she hears him whisper ‘You’re mine’ against her lips, but.