Keenan POV
My life felt complete, it was as if time had frozen around us and we were the only two in the room, Aislinn twirling like a ballerina in my arms. I melted at the sunny smile on her face, the loose freedom with which she held herself at the revels, I wish I could hold her in my arms like this forever. She had now decided to direct her attention to me again, whenever she was this drunk on Summer wine she seemed to feel she was neglecting me. It almost let me believe she really loved me, let me fantasize that she was truly mine and mine alone. I loved the very thought.
She giggled against my shirt, "Hmm, smile Keenan."
Who was I to resist her request? When I was with her it felt as if I was always smiling. How could she do this to me?
"When am I not?" I asked.
"Just a while ago," she said very matter-of-factly, "You should smile more 'cause you're so pretty."
I wanted to believe she really thought that, I craved the side of me whispering, 'Drunk words are sober thoughts,' I had to remind myself that she loved… Seth. That so what if she thought I was pretty? My words were hollow even to my own ears.
"You're a very childish drunk," I changed the subject, "Do you need to sit?" Not that I wanted her out of my arms. She looked up into my face curiously.
"Why?"
I blinked, confused, "Why, what?"
"Why are you always so sad? Whenever you look at me you look happy and then it drains away," her voice trailed off, she looked puzzled. That whispering part of me wished she cared as much about me when she was sober too.
Then something seemed to brighten in her eyes, "I almost forgot."
"What?" My heart leapt into my throat. 'Please not Seth,' I thought, 'Not yet. Not now.'
"This." Aislinn went onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down, "I wanted to…"
And she kissed me. As gentle and as sweet as she'd ever been, and even as I felt that this was one of the happiest moments of my life, I knew it was only that, a moment. When she pulled away it was as if it had never happened, save for the rush of blood in my veins and the slight heaviness in both our breathing, we might as well have been standing there the whole time. She smiled at something over my shoulder and traipsed off towards a throng of Summer Girls, the alcohol in her system distracting her away from me. And I watched her go as she always did, walking away.
My Summer Queen.
Short, maybe kinda sweet, I don't know
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