Summer.
The season of first love. The season of change.
"It was not my intention to be his first love.
In retrospect, it was not his intention either. Most romances take place in summer and ours was no different. Mixed with the humid air was a sweltering passion, built on a whim and staggering on a weak foundation and as young as we were, we knew we were only real together in that place, in that time. We knew and yet we tricked ourselves with the promise of otherwise."
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A short book on first love, pleasure and the aftermath of passion.
*Short chapters as it is planned to be a short book
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.