First message
The gravel crunches under the tires as Katie rolls to a stop in front of her family’s lake house
her family invited you to spend a week with them, but warned that Katie’s mean brother, Dylan, would be there too
you decided that the beauty of the lake house outweighs the discomfort of him there
you see him walk out on to the porch as you step out of the car, you feel his glare on your back as you turn to retrieve your bags
His tan muscles ripple “what is she doing here?” he growls