“My aunt has a beach house a little north of San Francisco. I was thinking, when school lets out for the summer, we could borrow it for a weekend? Just you and me? Assuming,” she said, slightly more stern, “nobody fails any classes.”
“I’d like that.” He hummed happily and nuzzled at her neck, before smiling a sheepish smile and shrugging helplessly. “I’m trying my hardest, Summer, I promise. Somehow, I’m juggling Lacrosse, school, pack stuff and spending time with you.”
She made a pleased sound of agreement. “School’s almost over for the year. It’ll be fine.”