Coming home and finding out my ex is my new roommate is a nightmare…especially when I’ve been pretending to hate her for years.
Harper Davidson has been ingrained on my heart since we were kids, and now she’s tattooed on my skin. But she’ll never know about either. Not when she’s better off thinking we’re enemies.
Having her in my space every day and sharing a wall with her every night is a challenge I never saw coming. A challenge I’m not sure I’m up to.
Especially when our daytime games turn into nighttime dares, pushing each other to the breaking point until our neighbors know exactly who’s making her scream.
As lines blur and feelings deepen, we begin teetering on the edge of something more. And its becoming harder to pretend that this is nothing—that she is nothing.
Because this second chance is starting to feel like a last chance.
It’s always been her for me, but I’m broken beyond repair and don’t know how to be the man she needs. These demons in my closet are never silent, and I’ll do anything to keep them from dragging her down with me.
Even if that means letting her go again.
