Broken Little Melodies(16)

I would’ve done anything to spend another summer with Isabelle. And late at night, when I lay in bed thinking about how far I’d go to be with her, the idea that I would do anything for her truly terrified me.

When registration was about to close and there was still no sign of Isabelle, I was scared as shit something happened with her “scholarship” until I caught sight of a beat-up little SUV putting along the driveway. Since the majority of kids at camp came from rich families, I knew it just had to be her. I started jogging toward the vehicle before I saw her beautiful face grinning at me from the passenger’s seat.

My heart soared.

She tore out the door before the SUV stopped and started for me, colliding into my chest with the force of a bull. I let out an oomph before wrapping her in my arms and inhaling her coconut scent. It was weird as shit because I had grown several inches since the last year and she hadn’t. And she felt so small in my arms, unlike the first summer when we met and were nearly the same size. I lifted her off her feet and she squealed.

“Roman! Put me down!”

It felt so good to finally have her in my arms that I never wanted to let her go. Squeezing her tightly, I dropped a kiss in her hair, breathing her in one more time before lowering her back to the ground. Then a slightly older version of Isabelle appeared behind her with a bag in hand, eyes wide. They could’ve been sisters, only this woman wore extra short shorts and a low cut shirt that showed the top swells of her large tits. I felt a little guilty when I found myself hoping Isabelle would grow a body like hers one day.

“And who might you be?” the woman asked with an amused smirk.

Isabelle’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of red as she backed away from me and took the bag from the woman. “This is my friend Roman. Roman, this is my Aunt Joey.”

Her aunt raised one eyebrow. “Roman, eh? How come I haven’t heard of you before?”

I threw Isabelle a questioning look as I took her bag and slung it over my shoulder. It irritated the hell out of me to hear that she had never mentioned me to her aunt when she was my world.

“We’re just friends, Aunt Joey. You don’t have to get all weird about it.”

For some reason, hearing her call us “friends” hurt more than my old man’s fists.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I told her aunt with a slightly irritated growl.

Isabelle hit my arm with the back of her hand and giggled. “Oh my god! I knew your voice had changed, but I still can’t believe it’s so low!” Then her big eyes dragged up and down my body. “And you’re so…tall.”

She had changed plenty too. Her cheeks were smooth and narrow, and she was wearing makeup. Underneath a baggy tank top and knee-length shorts, I could tell she suddenly had hips and a small handful of tits. I was sure if I had lowered my hands when we had hugged, I would’ve found her ass had filled out too. Her hair was nearly twice as long as the summer before and it was no longer straight, but slightly wavy and slightly bleached from the sun. She looked so different from the first summer we met that it was hard to believe she was the same person until she gave me one of her bright smiles that always did strange things to my insides.

Although she wouldn’t be fifteen for another three weeks, she looked more like a woman than a girl. The other guys were going to go fucking nuts over her.

But she was mine.

With the possessive thought, I threw my arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. She set her hand on my chest and looked up at me in a way that made my insides all fuzzy and warm. Getting another chance to see those mesmerizing eyes in person had already made my summer.

“I’ll take care of your niece,” I promised her aunt.

“I bet you will,” the aunt answered in a suggestive tone. Then she looked at Isabelle and winked. “See you in August, half-pint. You kids stay. Safe.”

Her aunt threw me a somewhat warning look before returning to her vehicle. Isabelle buried her face against my chest and moaned. “Holy shit, that was so embarrassing! I can’t believe she suggested…ugh!”

“No skin off my back, half-pint,” I teased.

Giggling, she slapped me playfully on the chest. “Stoooooop! Couldn’t you have waited for me somewhere else?”

“Why, you ashamed of me?” I was only half teasing. Knowing she hadn’t mentioned me to her aunt still stung.

“No, it’s just…forget it.” Then she wrapped her other arm around me and pressed herself against my chest. “God, I’m so glad to see you! Every time you called, I wanted to reach through the phone and give you a major hug!”