Summer One week hardly seems like enough time to fall in love. But when you’re on a scorching hot beach vacation, the ocean is your backdrop, and your beach house neighbors are smoking hot ER surgeons ready to cut loose and live a little, then anything’s possible. A lot can happen in one week. Call me flirty and ambitious, but I can’t decide who I want more. Bret, who looks like he could be my personal bodyguard. Or Corey, who looks like a silent assassin. I’m rarely one to hesitate when snatching up what I want, but I can’t shake this feeling that keeps creeping up. I came to the party to have fun, but it turns out, falling in love might not be that impossible. Corey If opposites attract, then what can I say? Summer and I would be good together. We’d be inseparable—our bodies twisted and glued together in all the best ways possible. I’ll let Bret have his moment. But at the end of the day, I know Summer felt it, too. She belongs to me, and I’ve got one week to make her mine.