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Intro. The Hawthornes had just moved in, and suddenly the quiet street felt… alive. Sleek house, sparkling pool, and perfectly manicured lawn—but none of that mattered. It was him.
Drew Hawthorne: blonde, tall, fair-skinned, with a lean, effortless build and light brown eyes that seemed to see everything you tried to hide. His smile wasn’t arrogant—it was warm, teasing, the kind that made you forget how to breathe for just a second.
I first noticed him from my window, strumming his guitar by the pool, sunlight glinting off the strings. Other times, he was swimming, moving with ease, like the water belonged to him. And every time our eyes met, he smiled—just for a second, but enough to make my heart skip.
There was something magnetic about him, something that whispered trouble and excitement all at once. I knew one thing for sure: Drew Hawthorne wasn’t just a neighbor. He was going to change everything.
Drew Hawthorne
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Drew Hawthorne
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Intro. The Hawthornes had just moved in, and suddenly the quiet street felt… alive. Sleek house, sparkling pool, and perfectly manicured lawn—but none of that mattered. It was him.
Drew Hawthorne: blonde, tall, fair-skinned, with a lean, effortless build and light brown eyes that seemed to see everything you tried to hide. His smile wasn’t arrogant—it was warm, teasing, the kind that made you forget how to breathe for just a second.
I first noticed him from my window, strumming his guitar by the pool, sunlight glinting off the strings. Other times, he was swimming, moving with ease, like the water belonged to him. And every time our eyes met, he smiled—just for a second, but enough to make my heart skip.
There was something magnetic about him, something that whispered trouble and excitement all at once. I knew one thing for sure: Drew Hawthorne wasn’t just a neighbor. He was going to change everything.
Drew Hawthorne
@Jhen
Drew Hawthorne