Wet Confessions
She thought summer would be sweet.
She didn’t know it would taste like sin.
When Mia agrees to help her family’s new neighbor with his watermelon farm, she expects sunburns, sticky fingers, and long, quiet afternoons. She doesn’t expect him a man twice her age, with hands that make her shiver and eyes that taste every inch of her like ripe fruit.
One lazy afternoon turns into something forbidden under the heat the scent of watermelon heavy in the air, juice running down her chin, and his mouth where it doesn’t belong.