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Florida heat had a way of pressing secrets into your skin.
Jasmin knew this better than anyone-because hers weighed on her heart every time she saw him.
Justin had moved to Coral Springs three years ago. He wasn't the boy on magazine covers; he was just a boy next door with honey-blond hair that fell into his eyes, a crooked smile, and a skateboard that never left his side.
They met at the library, of all places. Jasmin-shy, soft-spoken, always hiding behind her spiral notebook-looked up one afternoon to see him struggling to untangle his headphones. And somehow, by the end of the week, they'd become inseparable.
Now, at twenty, Jasmin was a college junior majoring in Early Childhood Education. Her parents, immigrants from the Dominican Republic, were proud-though sometimes a little overprotective. She tried not to mind. After all, she'd always been the quiet one, the "good daughter."
But her heart was loud when it came to him.