Make Me Dream

Stetson Barron has been the center of my world since I was twelve. But with our ten-year age difference and my quirky nature, I didn't think I was more to him than his little sister's what color is her hair this month best friend. Until one hot summer night when I climbed him like a water tower at his cousin's wedding.

And then he didn't talk to me for weeks after.

A pink plus sign and an OMG what am I going to do? later, the trailer I lived in with my mom burned down. Stetson showed up at the ER like a country knight on a diesel-powered steed, arranged a place for my mom to stay, and took me home with him.

The weeks of radio silence after our hookup left me wary. I'd been into Stetson for too long not to lose myself in him given half the chance, and now that his attention's fully on me, I'm sinking. My mom was in the same place as me once, and I refuse to be an obligation to a guy, even if he's the man of my dreams.