Sadie
I was annoyed.
Not only did Mr. Ken Doll know how to play guitar really well, but he could also sing. And he had his eyes on me the entire time he sang as if he was serenading me. Every time our eyes met, he smirked, and that intensified the fluttery feeling in my stomach.
My heart won't stop thumping against my chest. I should have been creeped out and felt disgusted, but instead, I felt my ears turning hot. He was making me feel hot and bothered, and I wanted to throw myself in the lake to cool down. This feeling was infuriating. I wanted it to stop.
I made up some excuse and ran back inside my cabin. I needed to stay away from him. I couldn't let him get under my skin.
I came here to work and not have a summer fling with the camp's handsome douchebag. Besides, my father would
