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I hate him.
I hate his stupid handsome face with that curl of his dark hair around his ears and that beard scruff of his.
My sister warned me that Mike was no damn good. She’s right. He’s a mess and I hate him even if I know what it feels like when he runs his fingers against my scalp.
Mike will not be my next mistake.
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Being an a**hole is so much easier than being nice. I’m comfortable behind these high emotional walls. I’m a social hermit and I like it.
So why does it feel like I can’t stop thinking about Loni? And how does she keep popping up in my life?
Leave me alone, Loni, because I don’t know if I can help myself.
An enemies-to-lovers small town stand-alone novella with a hot HEA.
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