SUMMER CAMP COUNSELORS
CHAPTER 1
Fuck, I want him so bad.
The thought hit me like a spark to dry kindling, burning straight through my chest as I watched Enzo crouch down to tie little Tommy’s shoelace for the third time tonight, his camp polo stretching tight across those broad shoulders I’d been dreaming about for weeks. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and when he glanced up at me across the circle of hyper kids, that slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips like he could read every filthy thought racing through my head.
god, the way his voice dropped low when he talked to me alone, the way his fingers brushed mine “accidentally” while passing out snacks, the way he looked at me like he wanted to drag me behind the mess hall and finally stop pretending this was just harmless summer
