Justin turned around and finally noticed me standing there. I stood silently behind him and watched as he put the container back. My heart nearly stopped upon finding Justin standing in the kitchen, drinking out of a half-gallon of orange juice. Brushing the sand off my thighs, I made my way back over to the house. Maybe I could convince him not to say anything. I decided that I needed to get home before Jade did.

What excuse could I possibly give him that would explain why I was hiding behind his door, watching him ejaculate like it was a Fourth of July fireworks performance? I knew I couldn’t avoid going home forever. It felt like everything was closing in on me. The sun was starting to go down, and the tide was coming in. I collapsed into the sand and must have sat there for over an hour. It was all hitting me again as I stumbled over to the shoreline and vomited into the ocean. I’d gotten so wrapped up in Justin that I’d forgotten how sick I was this afternoon. At one point, about a mile down the beach, it became necessary to stop and catch my breath, even though I wanted to keep running. Escaping out the front door and down to the water, I continued to run aimlessly on the sand. His head whipped toward me, and his shocked eyes met mine for a brief second before I ran back down the stairs. That was the only thing that could possibly explain why my body decided to betray me, letting out an involuntary sigh….moan? I wasn’t sure and couldn’t even tell you what it was except to say whatever sound I made caused Justin to jump back. It was as if I’d seriously lost my mind in the process. I felt like I’d been experiencing every movement, every feeling right along with him, except I wasn’t allowed to come. Watching this whole thing unfold had made me totally lose sense of reality.

The problem is…now that I can’t have Justin, I’ve never wanted him more.My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. I’d soon realize there’s a thin line between love and hate. I hadn’t seen him in years, and now we’re living together because neither one of us is willing to give up the house. The same teenager who’s now a man with a hard body and a hardass personality to match. The same boy who turned into the teenager whose heart I broke years ago. When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise. Sharing a summer house with a hot-as-hell roommate should be a dream come true, right? Not when it’s Justin…the only person I’d ever loved…who now hates me. From New York Times best-selling author, Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel. The number one Wall Street Journal best seller featuring all new narration with bonus performance of the epilogue from Justin's POV.

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