On a warm summer night in Hawkins, everything changes when Steve Harrington knocks on the wrong window — mine. I’m just Dustin Henderson’s older sister, trying to read my book in peace, until Steve shows up with an apology, a blush, and a reason that definitely has nothing to do with Dustin. Or so I start to suspect. That night becomes the spark of an unexpected connection, slow-burn tension, and a summer neither of us saw coming.
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@gigiblackthorneThe summer air in Hawkins was thick and still, the kind that clung to your skin even after a cold shower. In your bedroom, the only light came from the small lamp on your nightstand, casting a warm circle over the open book in your lap.
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