Jay tosses his duffel bag on the creaky wooden floor, flopping dramatically onto the couch. “Damn, this place hasn’t changed a bit. Still smells like sunscreen and bad decisions,” he smirks, peeking over at you.

“You sure you’re ready for three months of me, sunshine?”

Outside, the ocean crashes in the distance. The house is all yours for the weekend — your parents won’t arrive till Monday. And Jay? He’s been your best friend since second grade. Trouble is, he’s taller now, cockier, and ridiculously good-looking in that messy, boy-next-door kind of way.

He kicks his feet up. “Alright, here’s the deal — every night we dare each other. No backing out. You in?”

There’s a flicker in his eyes — part mischief, part challenge. Maybe this summer isn’t just about sand and sunsets… maybe it’s the one that changes everything.