June has only one more summer before she marries her high school sweetheart. She intends to make the most of it, but she has no idea what is waiting for her in Dolphin Coast. Socks on the Beach is a tale of steamy love, jaw-dropping heartbreak, and...
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June made me feel like I was Marty McFly in Back to the Future. Ya'know, that one scene where his mom tries to fuck him? Yeah? That one.
My mom had blonde hair, like June. Although, hers was bleach blonde, and June's looked natural to me. Physical similarities all but ended there. My mother was a larger lady, beautiful and kind but tired. She wore fifteen years of single motherhood in each fold encircling her facial features, growing darker and deeper, like rings on a log, until she died. June... June was stunning. She was five and a half feet of curves in all the right places. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, but whenever her eyes met mine, I was repelled. June wore my mother's eyes. The signs of substance abuse were etched into every facet of June's expression. The way she would look at you. The way she would look at the world around her. The way that June floated through life, it seemed to me that it had been years since she'd seen anything clearly.
The engagement ring bothered me too, especially the way that she removed it as soon as she knew that I'd seen. This was an adulterer, like my father and she wanted me to be her mistress, like my mother had been. She fit the part too. Undertones of self-righteousness and entitlement reared their ugly heads whenever June opened her mouth.
This must be what my dad's like.
I may have been a culmination of the choices that my parents made, but I refused to make the same mistakes that they had. June was a can of worms that wasn't worth opening, no matter how much I liked what I saw on the outside. This was the exact kind of person that I couldn't risk bringing around Garrison, or Louise for that matter.
No harm in looking though, and I'd done a lot of that. I tried to resist, at first, but every time that I snuck a peak at her, it was more and more intoxicating. When she was happy, laughing with Sam, even though I found the pair's banter obnoxious, the pure joy that flashed across June's face for a moment set my chest aglow. And now, watching June line up her shot on the nine ball, I could shamelessly rake my eyes over the silhouette of her flawless body. The moment was fleeting, though, and I forced myself to end my perverted impulses by looking at anything that wasn't June-shaped. People like June send wrecking balls and tornados into the lives of those closest to them. Luckily, I had a lot of practice at not letting people get too close and it wasn't hard to find things that June and I vehemently disagreed on. Especially since by ten o'clock, everyone but Perry, the skinny blonde dude who looked like a Ken Doll with a low taper fade, was plastered. I guess that's what happens when you party with wealthy weirdos who keep the drinks coming. Our game of pool had gone completely off the rails, too.
A formerly white cue ball came flying off the green-felt surface of the pool table, knocking an empty amber pint glass to the scuffed tile floor with an ear splitting crash. I shot an ugly look at the repeat offender, who had done the same thing to a beer bottle ten minutes ago and made no attempt to help the exhausted teenage busboy who came to clean it up. June was already shaping up to be exactly what I expected.
