It's not like I was looking to meet a girl.
Let alone the one next door.
It's a cliché. Hook, line, and sinker.
I don't do those.
But I do, want Hope Carson.
The sexy, shy, introverted girl who can't read emotions but cares too fucking much.
She shouldn't be perfect for me, but I can't imagine life without her now that I've had a taste of her sweet cherry lips.
Hope has secrets. Ones I intend to discover.
Reed Burkhart is a jerk.
He laughs when I stutter.
Smirks when I blush.
And I can't figure out if he likes me or hates me.
For a man claiming to be indifferent, he sure has turned into one possessive neighbor after an all too short, soft, sexy, addictive kiss.
He wants my secrets, my body and my heart.
How do I resist?