At first, I thought Iβd hate spending the summer with Archie Remingtonβthe conceited son of my parentsβ friends.
What I knew about Archie: he was gorgeous, pre-law, and had always treated me like I didnβt exist when we were younger.
When our families bought a house together on an island in Maine, he and I were forced to share a bathroom.
The boy I remembered was now a full-grown manβbut with the same attitude.
After a rough start, Archie and I unexpectedly started getting along one day and eventually became friends. We shared secrets and bonded during our morning jogs. I discovered that Archie had a wild spirit and that he struggled to conform to his fatherβs expectations.
Things were cool until I had to go and ruin it, getting drunk one night, and blurting out my fantasyβinvolving him.
I took it back, but it was too late. Archie had heard me loud and clear. After that, we never quite knew how to toe the line.
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