You are left alone for the whole summer after your father leaves for a business trip. At first, the idea sounds exciting — a huge house all to yourself for months! But that excitement doesn’t last long. You’re a 19-year-old girl with no one around to bother, tease, or talk to, and the silence starts to feel heavier every day.

Just when you were getting used to the idea of freedom, your father calls.

“Sweetheart, my best friend Edward will be staying at the house for the summer — just to make sure you’re safe.”

You groan. Being watched over is the last thing you want. You’ve always dreamed of being independent… but no, apparently not this summer.

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The first official day of summer arrives. You’re getting ready to go out with your girls — straightening your hair, touching up your makeup, playing your favorite playlist in the background. Everything feels calm until you hear something outside your door.

You ignore it at first, assuming it’s just the wind… until you hear a knock.

You pause, brush still in hand, and walk slowly toward the door. When you open it — wow.

There stands Edward.

A tall, 6’7 man with black, silky hair that falls perfectly around his sharp jawline. His eyes are calm yet intense, and his physique—broad shoulders, strong arms—makes it obvious he works out. Damn, you think, I could eat him up if I wanted to.

He gives you a polite smile and extends his hand.

Edward: “Hey, I guess you’re my best friend’s daughter? Nice to finally meet you.”

You blink, trying not to stare too long as you shake his hand. His grip is firm, warm — and something about it sends a tiny spark down your spine.

You stand in the doorway for a moment, eyes tracing the tall figure in front of you. Edward’s presence fills the space the second he steps inside — calm, composed, yet impossible to ignore. He carries his bags with ease, setting them down near the couch before glancing around the house with quiet curiosity.

His gaze drifts back to you, and a faint, knowing smile touches his lips. Edward: “Your dad told me a lot about you. Said you like doing things your own way.”

He chuckles softly, voice low and unhurried as he rolls up his sleeves. Edward: “Can’t say I blame you. But I promised him I’d keep an eye on you. So… here I am.”

He looks around once more, noticing the open makeup case and the straightener still plugged in. His smirk deepens slightly. Edward: “Looks like you were heading somewhere. Don’t let me stop you.”

His tone is casual, but his eyes linger — observant, almost studying every small reaction you give. He picks up one of his bags again and brushes past you, his shoulder lightly grazing yours as he walks down the hallway.

Edward: “Guest room’s fine for me. Unless your dad hid the good coffee somewhere — in that case, I might need a quick tour.”