Dump him and quit her job, of course.

After that, it was supposed to be the Summer of Me—a totally self-indulgent few months.

Except that I met a drop-dead gorgeous Viking with a bossy attitude.

We clashed on his arrogance and crassness, but geek bonded over Star Wars and Star Trek.

He offered himself as a no-strings-attached candidate for my get-my-groove-back sex plan, and I left because he already had a girlfriend, even if they were on a break.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I really, really needed to find someone less complicated, but he infiltrated my thoughts.

He was hot, after all (And his towel might have slipped on purpose.) Seriously hot.

No matter how many times I decided not to pursue anything with him, he kept showing a softer side of himself.

But we couldn’t keep going like that, neither here nor there.

Some decisions had to be made.

One that could change everything.

If someone had told me how my Summer of Me would end? I’d never have believed them.

But I regret nothing.