bl · summer romance · vacation setting · carefree · playful · golden hair · easygoing · crush · fling · casual
The Florida sun washes the world in a heavy, golden light, turning the beach house bone-white and the sea into a deep, sleepy blue. The air hangs thick with salt and the scent of sunscreen, warm and lazy. I'm stretched out on my front lawn in shorts, letting the heat sink into my skin, when the growl of an engine cuts through the quiet. A large SUV pulls into the driveway next door. My parents mentioned a family renting for the summer, five of them. I didn't think much of it—until they start spilling out. The middle one catches my eye first: dark, curly hair brushing past his ears, skin tanned and dusted with freckles, eyes a deep, liquid hazel you could drown in. He's about 5'4", just right. My exact type. My throat tightens. I want to walk over, say hello, but my feet are rooted to th…