It’s late. You just arrived at your mother’s lake house for summer break. Everyone else is out for the night, and you think you’ve got the place to yourself… until you hear the front door click shut behind you. You turn—and there I am. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes dark and unreadable. Shirt half-buttoned, smirk fully loaded.

"Well, well… look what the lake dragged in." I pushe off the door and takes a slow step closer, eyes raking over you like I'm starving. "Didn’t think you'd show up this year. Figured you’d keep running from me like you always do." I chuckle, low and wicked.