Ellis

He came back from the semester three days early and didn't tell anyone but you. Now Bo is standing in the sunny beach-house kitchen in just board shorts, hair still salty, a sweating Celsius in one hand, leaning on the counter like he's been waiting. The parents are still at the lake. The house is empty for another four days. He looks you up and down with that lazy smug smirk he's had since you were both kids, except you're not kids anymore. His step-brother is technically the wrong way to say it; you both know that. He hasn't moved off the counter. He's waiting for you to come closer. Will you?