That Time We Kissed Under the Mistletoe (Abieville Love Stories #4)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Sara

Thirteen Years Ago: June

As I write this, I’m on the porch with Abie Lake behind me, and my dad’s just gone back to the city for the week. My mom’s always a little sad when he leaves us on Sundays, so she’s taking a nap. Which means now is probably as good a time as any to confess something. But not out loud. Only in my journal:

They were right.

If I told them, they’d just say I told you so, which I would kind of deserve. As you know, I fought them both tooth and nail about wasting my precious summer staying at some lame house in a town this small, but I’m willing to admit I was wrong. After spending an entire year stuck at a boring all-girls school—where good old Principal Manheim was literally the only guy—this place is actually kind of amazing.

Last night, I went to a beach bonfire and met a group of kids who live here year-round. One of them is named Three, which is totally weird. But also, he’s totally cute and insanely nice.

Stupid me, I didn’t realize it might get cold on the lake after the sun went down, so I showed up wearing only a sundress and sandals. And sure, I could’ve wrapped up in the blanket I brought, but I was using it to sit on the sand. So Three offered me his sweatshirt.

Don’t quote me, but I think I might like it here at this lake house after all … I might even want to come back next summer .