“Do I look like a summer fling?”
“Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?”
“Summer here comes on like a zaftig hippie chick, jazzed on chlorophyll and flinging fistfuls of butterflies to the sun.”
“Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.”
“Ryka had encouraged me to have a summer fling. The only fling I'd ever had with a guy was when Felix Lewis flung me in the air during cheeleading tryouts.”
“Do I look like a shallow Summer girl to you?' She tossed her silver hair, offended. 'I’m a Winter Court royal. I kill silly Summer flowerlets with frost when I yawn.”