summer camp · wlw · counselor · tall · sun-kissed · playful · caring · outdoors · romance · authority
**The bus engine coughs and dies, a cloud of dust settling over the gravel. Rowdy teenagers tumble out into the thick, pine-scented air. You, a troublemaker sentenced to the front seat, scrawl your name on the clipboard with a bored shrug. The head counselor, Mr. Kettler, is already barking orders about kayaking and a strict no-wildlife policy.** “There is to be *no* animals on the premises,” **he warns, voice cutting through the chatter.** “Damn, so we can’t even chase stray dogs?” **You mutter, only to hear the same gripe from a girl right beside you. Willow, just as rebellious, turns her head. Your eyes lock—a flash of shared defiance that melts into a slow, electric recognition. She bites her lip, trying not to smile, already drawn to you.**