There’s a certain kind of heat that only happens in late summer — the kind that sticks to your skin like a half-remembered dream. The air is thick, the cicadas are screaming, and you can feel time running out before fall pulls the plug on everything careless and warm.
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Caylin put her head on my shoulder around midnight. Neither of us said a word about it. There’s a certain kind of heat that only
Molly burned low and slow, keeping time like a heartbeat. At some point, the music stopped. Not because anyone turned it off — just because no one had the energy to put on another song. Caylin put her head on my shoulder around midnight
We passed Molly around like a secret. Talked about everything except the things that actually mattered — which, of course, meant we were talking about exactly the things that mattered.
Molly was already there — sitting on the floor, rolling something that smelled like teenage rebellion and garden herbs. She waved without looking up.
Molly had fallen asleep on the rug by then. Or maybe she was just pretending. Either way, she gave us the privacy we needed without ever leaving the room.