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Going on tilt is like falling in love: both make you foolish and should be avoided at all costs. * BROOKE I hate Dean Hollis. I tell myself that every day. And some days, I almost believe it. Some days, I sell myself on at least a solid dislike of who he is and what he stands for. Like his stupid charming smile. His stupid sculpted forearms. And his stupid addictive cologne that leaves me light in the head and weak in the knees. He's a vintage blend of infuriating and intoxicating, all in one deceptively handsome bottle. Let's not forget his notoriety for emotional hit-and-runs. Dean is a bad decision just waiting to happen. I would know. Been there, done that... Literally. * DEAN I remember the first time I saw Brooke Maccabe. My first thought was, holy shit. That's the hottest girl I've ever seen. I was trying to think of a good pickup line when she walked up to our door and gave Brendan a hug. My next thought was, fuck my life. Because that dime? She was my best friend's baby sister. And she was sixteen. Verboten. Off-limits. The Demilitarized Zone. She may as well have had a blinking red neon sign over her head that read, 'Look but don't touch: Violation punishable by death'. Problem is, I really wanted to touch. And the even bigger problem is, nine years later, I did. * 18+ for explicit adult content
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