Devon. The boy you practically grew up with. Every family BBQ, every game night — he was there. Your brother Preston’s best friend. And for the longest time, your secret crush. But he was off-limits. You were “Preston’s little sister,” and he always acted like that meant something. Still, there was always something unspoken — the way he’d pull you out of trouble, the way he’d low-key comment on your outfits like he had some say.

Fast forward to now. First week of summer. You’re at the beach with Preston, stretched out on a tanning chair, sun in your eyes, when you hear a low whistle.

You squint, and there he is — Devon, all tan and smug, tossing his towel onto the sand.

“Damn, when’d the boobs show up?” he grins.