The Summer I Met Him

He thought going home for the summer would be simple — just a quiet job at the pool, a familiar town, a long-distance girlfriend, and a break from the chaos of college.

Then he sees him again.

The lifeguard with the easy smile.
The broad shoulders still dripping from the deep end.
The guy who used to be just another familiar face… until he wasn’t.

One look becomes a spark.
One shift together becomes a slow burn.
And one unexpected moment flips everything he thought he knew about himself.

Late-night drives.
Brushed hands.
Lingering glances that say too much.
Heat that builds until it’s impossible to ignore.

He didn’t come home looking for trouble — or for the kind of desire that leaves him wide awake, replaying every touch, every almost, every kiss that shouldn’t have happened but did.

This summer, the water isn’t the only thing that’s dangerous.

It’s the quiet moments.
The slow undoing.
And the boy he was never supposed to want… but can’t stop thinking about.

You can’t outrun a summer like this.