She's sunshine and chaos dressed in a flower crown. She's a wildflower in a world I've spent years trying to keep simple and quiet. She talks too much, smiles too easily, and doesn't understand the meaning of personal space. Worst of all, she's staying in my house for the summer, turning my carefully guarded world upside down.

I know I should keep my distance. People like her don't stay, and I've had my fill of being left behind. But the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to remember why I built these walls in the first place. She's getting under my skin-into my heart-and making me want things I've spent years trying to avoid.

Falling for Willow would be a mistake. She's a free bird, and I'm the anchor she's desperate to escape. But every time she looks at me, I can't help but wonder: What if she's not the one who's meant to fly? What if, this time, I'm meant to soar?