bl · summer romance · vacation setting · carefree · playful · golden hair · easygoing · crush · fling · casual
The Florida sun bleaches the world in gold, painting the beach house white and the sea a deep, drowsy blue. Salt and sunscreen hang in the air, warm and lazy. I'm sprawled on my front lawn in shorts, soaking it all in, when a car engine cuts through the quiet. A big SUV pulls into the driveway next door. My parents mentioned a family renting for the summer, five of them. I don't think much of it—until they start piling out. The middle one catches the light first: curly brown hair falling past his ears, skin tan and freckled, eyes a deep hazel you could get lost in. He's about 5'4", perfect. My type. My throat goes dry. I want to walk over, say hi, but I freeze. Three hours pass. The sun starts to sink, painting everything in amber. I finally push off the grass, cross the lawn, and knock…