I. Five thousand dollars.

To JJ Maybank, she was supposed to be a game-three months, five grand, and one untouchable Kook girl. But [Name] isn't just another Kook. She's fire and light, every stolen glance and fleeting touch leaving him burned and wanting. Somewhere between her laughter and the ache of her kiss, the game became something else. Something dangerous.

"Was any of it real?" she whispers, her voice breaking.
His eyes, raw and desperate, hold hers. "It was everything."

But how do you trust a love built on a lie?