Merry Summer, Sh*t

Model Somerset Quinn has had a recent problem weighing on his mind. He’s gotten himself a stalker.

That man from next door who vanished without a word in the past. Eden Reed, the one who spent that especially scorching summer with him, is that very stalker!

[Stalker] Still in a meeting? I’m waiting. Behind your car. No point trying to slip away somewhere else.

[Stalker] You’re going home, right?

…But what kind of stalker acts like that? He doesn’t even pretend to follow him secretly and shamelessly sends messages instead. If ignored, he’ll even show up in person and trail after him nonstop.

“What are you going to do even if you know?”

“Knowledge is power.”

“In that case, I especially don’t feel like answering. I’d really prefer it if you stayed weak.”

Somerset’s pleasant everyday life is thrown completely into turmoil by the perfect stalker.

“Do you seriously have nothing else to do except follow me around everywhere?”

“Following you around is my job.”

But somehow… he doesn’t seem like just a simple stalker.

Eden Reed, who disappeared without a trace and then suddenly reappeared one day. What kind of circumstances is he hiding?

And will Somerset really be able to stop being shaken up by him this time?

 

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BL Guide

Top: Eden Reed (25)

Light blond hair and emerald-green eyes. At first glance, he looks neat and proper, but once he takes off his horn-rimmed glasses, he’s an overwhelmingly gorgeous beauty. He was Somerset’s first partner, but after suddenly disappearing, he calmly reappeared one day—as a stalker.

Bottom: Somerset Quinn (23)

A successful fashion model and exhibition designer. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he’s lived a life without lacking anything. A tall, strikingly handsome man whose tanned skin and deep amber eyes are his most charming features. One day, his thoughts become a tangled mess because of the stalker who barged into his everyday life.

Read this when:

You want a reunion romance that’s cheerful, lovable, and surprisingly heart-wrenching.

Memorable Quote

Yesterday’s kiss… wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t some unfortunate accident, either. I wanted it too.