Falling for Summer by Kailin Gow

is getting excited. “Oh, he is so hot,” she tells her friend, another woman in her thirties.
    “What I would give to be able to lick his face,” she says. “I’d give my right eye if I can spend the night with him, letting him have his way with me.”
    “That’s not even what I would do, Nicole. I’d rock him so hard, he wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.” She laughs.
    “Oh, the toys?” her friend said. “He’d be great for a threesome, wouldn’t he? He’s got that angelic look, but he’s sexy as hell too with that body, sunken cheeks, and full pouty mouth that I could do so much with.”
    Rachel and I stare at each other in disbelief, hearing how these women go on about having sex with some hot guy when Rachel nudges me, pointing at the television screen. It’s Astor, and he is in his costume, with a white open shirt falling to his black leather pants, exposing his smooth muscular chest and rippled abs. His blonde hair, which is now shoulder length is around his face. The women aren’t kidding. He looks so damn sexy, even I forget I am dating him, or had dated him. He is being interviewed on the set of his latest movie, and looking into the camera, answering the questions a beautiful television host asks him.
    “All this couldn’t have happened for me if it weren’t for my late friend and mentor, Sookie Jones, and her Acting Academy where she coached me,” he says. “She passed away a few months ago, and I’m dedicating my performance in this film to her.”
    “Any special plans for Christmas break when you finally get to go home from the set?”
    Astor looks right into the camera, his blue eyes glistening. “To go back home to Malibu and be with my girl, Summer.” His eyes water up, looking into the camera. “I know that being away making this film has taken me away from you for a bit, but my heart’s always been with you, Summer,” he says. “I love you.”
    “Aw,” the hostess responds. “That’s so sweet. She’s a very lucky girl.”
    “I wish she would see that,” Astor states, his face showing a bit of sadness.
    “A rough patch right now?” the hostess asks.
    “Nah,” Astor says quickly, as if he just remembered he’s on national television. “We’re good.”
    “Well, millions of your fans would be happy to see you single, you know?” the hostess says. “Or at least dream that you are.”
    Astor laughs. “And I love my fans very much, too. Really. I wouldn’t be able to make the films that I do, if I didn’t have all of their support.”
    The hostess smiles and states, “What a super nice guy. I wish you the best.”
    “Thank you,” Astor responds, kissing the hostess on the cheek, causing her to blush.
    “Oh, that Summer girl must be such a bitch to not appreciate him,” Nicole states.
    “I hate her with a passion,” her friend responds. “Must be a total bitch.”
    “A bitch we fans have to bring down so Astor knows there are better girls out there for him. Girls like us.”
    “Definitely, Steph. Girls like us who have boobs and a real body. She’s probably some skinny model with a boy’s body and all hair.”
    “Yeah, probably starves herself.”
    “Here she is,” Nicole pulls out her phone and shows a picture to her friend. “Her name’s Summer Jones. What kind of a stupid name is that…like some kind of James Bond girl. Okay, so she’s not skinny and has lots of curves.”
    “I really hate her now,” Steph responds. “Is she one of those Victoria’s Secret models? Probably as dumb as shit.”
    “Not probably. Is. She doesn’t deserve him.”
    “No, it says here that she’s the owner of Aunt Sookie’s Acting Academy. Right here in Malibu.”
    “No, do you think she lives around here? She probably does. The school is here.”
    “Someone should burn down her school, with her in it,” Steph says. “Then Astor can be ours.”
    “Yes, ours! Ha ha!” Nicole agrees, sipping her milkshake.
    When she finishes, she looks up and sees