In the first installment of Summer Seduction
The week dragged by in a torturous haze of half-hard anticipation and crushing guilt. Every time I heard a lawnmower start in the neighborhood, my pulse spiked, only to crash when I realized it wasn’t Brandon’s. I kept replaying the shed in my mind—the tight, humid dark, the way he’d dropped to his knees like it was the most natural thing in the world, and how easily I’d let him. I told myself it was a one-time mistake. A moment of weakness.
But my body clearly hadn’t gotten the memo.
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