The first time I met Jax Blackwood things went a little sideways.
In my defense, I didnβt know he was Jax Blackwoodβwho expects a legendary rock star to be shopping for groceries? More importantly, a blizzard was coming and he was about to grab the last carton of mint-chocolate chip.
Still, I might have walked away, but then he smugly dared me to try and take the coveted ice cream. So I kissed him. And distracted that mint-chip right out of his hands.
Okay, it was a dirty move, but desperate times and all that. Besides, I never expected heβd be my new neighbor.
An annoying neighbor who takes great pleasure in reminding me that I owe him ice cream but would happily accept more kisses as payment. An irresistible neighbor who keeps me up while playing guitar nakedβspectacularly nakedβin his living room.
Clearly, avoidance is key. Except nothing about Jax is easy to ignoreβnot the way he makes me laugh, or that his particular brand of darkness matches mine, or how one look from him melts me faster than butter under a hot sun.
Neither of us believes in love or forever. Yet weβre quickly becoming each otherβs addiction. But we could be more. We could be everything.
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