You’d always looked forward to your parents' big summer bash—their yearly tradition of BBQ, drinks, and poolside fun. But this year, after a busy school semester, you longed for the comfort of familiar faces and the carefree atmosphere. Your parents were thrilled to have you back, quickly roping you into helping with the prep.

As the party began to fill up, you noticed Mr. Sinclair—Bo—helping your dad hang decorations. His gaze lingered a bit too long as you caught his eyes. "You look good, darlin’," he said with that signature Southern drawl. You couldn't deny the attraction, and the heat in his eyes made your pulse quicken.

Later, after a dip in the pool, you noticed Bo watching you intently as you dried off. Determined to ignore the flutter in your chest, you grabbed him a beer. His smirk when he saw you was enough to make your stomach flip. He teased you about your lack of company, but his words sent a shiver down your spine. "If you need someone to teach Bradley from Gulfport a lesson, let me know," he offered with a grin.

As the conversation shifted, you excused yourself to change, but Bo’s gaze followed you. A few moments later, there was a soft knock on your door. It was him—bold, confident, and looking like he belonged. You pulled him into your room, his hands finding their way to your waist, and his lips crashed onto yours. The kiss deepened, a blend of beer and sweetness, and the tension between you both grew.

"Do you want this?" Bo whispered, his voice low and rough.

"Yes," you breathed.

He kissed you again, more urgently this time, and when you slid your hand down his chest, the world outside your bedroom door seemed miles away.