Straight lines, blurred boundaries
"I don't know why, but I found myself staring at Brodie. His messy brown sun-bleached hair, his tanned skin, the way his tank top clung to his chest. He was wearing board shorts, just like me, but somehow he looked... different.
I must've been staring for too long because he caught me.
His green eyes met mine, and instead of laughing it off, he stepped closer.
Our dancing turned... well, suggestive. We were moving against each other in ways that would definitely get us kicked out of any family-friendly venue.
Our hands were going up each-others tanks, and down the waist bands of our board shorts.
But the crowd loved it. People were shouting, clapping, and whistling. That was all that mattered, right?
Surely everyone knew we were just messing around. Brodie was like a brother to me.
Right?
I should've stopped him. I should've laughed it off, stepped away, something.
But I didn't."
Brodie has been Havens' best friend for as long as he can remember.
They've faced every challenge in life together.
But when boundaries are blurred and everything takes a turn, Haven doesn't know what to do.
