WT

Beck has been my best friend since we were kids. Well. Was my best friend. Then last summer I overheard him explaining exactly why he’d never be attracted to me, and I did the mature thing. I left early, slowly stopped talking to him, and never told him why. Now it’s a year later, our families still own lake houses twelve fucking feet apart, and apparently Beck is back for the summer. There’s just one tiny problem. He saw me before he recognized me. And asked his friend, “Who’s that?” So this should be fun.