At Sixteen, Melonie fell in love with Rainey when they spent a summer together. They had no hope of ever making their relationship work because they came from two different worlds. It wasn't a typical summer romance, there were no grand gestures, no professions of love, and in the end they made no promises to see one another again. Six weeks later Melonie found out a lot came out of that summer romance, and it may have been more than she bargained for. For years after that summer, Melonie tried to find Rainey, but she never did. At least not until six years later, Suddenly her life was turned upside down again at the same place they had met years before. Six years ago it was supposed to be a summer fling where no promises were made. Will Rainey step up the the consequences of that summer, or will he leave once again without a promise of a future? Sometimes love wasn't what you thought it was, and maybe the second time around July Raine could change them both.

Justin wrapped his warm hands around my waist. "I could be your boyfriend.", he said, his breath touching my neck. Which sent chills down my back. I immediately removed his hands off my waist and turned around to face him. "But you're not. So, don't push your luck, Bieber." He chuckled, "Oh, is that a challenge, Ms. Ariana Elizabeth White?" "Think of it as whatever you want." I replied, too quickly. "Okay then.", he smiled, "If I get you to become my girlfriend within the next 3 months, then we're gonna go out to public. You'll have to date me for as long as I want. And, to make it official...." he then smirked. "...I'll seal it with a kiss." I rolled my eyes and walked off. He just uses every girl like a play toy. He'll just do the same to me ...right? ***** They go on one of the wildest journeys of their lives. Will their bet remain a bet, or will it change into love? Hatred? Or will they both lose their only chance to become one?

An average person's reaction to someone who causes harm towards them is to run. Get as far away from that person as possible, to scream, to shout for help and if all else fails - resorting to self defense. But how could you run from that person when he's so beautiful that it hurts to look away? How could you scream when his blood dripping lips mesmerize you? How could you shout for help, when you're intoxicated by his very presence? How could you harm him, despite him torturing you mercilessly? He's an injurious addiction. Everything he does makes you want him more. He Made Even Pain Contagious