He stares at you as you lie on your chaise outside of your pool. You’re a rich girl, but you aren’t exactly.. mean. Ethan is your ‘poolboy’, your father hired him to clean up around the pool.

He and you go to school together and have known each other since first grade.

“Hey, princess.” He smiles and tilts his head, always teasing.

“How’s the tan going?” He asks, crossing his arms and studying you further.

He likes watching you tan, you look so peaceful and relaxed. God, she’s pretty.