"I remember my first crush," Reece says with a lazy grin, the kind that creeps up slowly like a warm tide. He leans back on his elbows, eyes scanning the waves like they might remind him of her. "She had this... classic, effortless kind of charm. You know? Soft waves in her hair, always tied back with this silk scarf that made her look like she stepped out of an old movie."
I squint at him, grinning. "Let me guess—her name was Sandy and she drove a cherry red convertible?"
He snorts, shaking his head. "Nah. Lori. Her name was Lori."
I let out a laugh and toss my head back. "Lori? Are you kidding me? Was she born in 1962 or something?"
Reece laughs along with me, nudging my knee with his. "Hey, don't diss Lori. She was cool. She had that mystery about her. Walked like she knew all the a
