I used to think I loved him. But that was before I hated him. He doesn't remember who I am, or how he made my life miserable for years. And before I unknowingly moved across the street from him, I couldn't have cared less. I was living my life despite him and what happened that summer, chasing my dream of becoming a tattoo artist. "The Pit," as the university so gracefully nicknamed the house he lives in with three other football players, has served as nothing more than a pain in my ass and a constant reminder of the boy who broke my heart. Watching him parade his one-night-stands in and out of it never helped, either. But with rent this cheap and so close to the tattoo shop, I've learned to ignore him - no matter how he's tried to get under my skin. At least, until this summer. Because when a water and mold disaster leaves me with no choice but to vacate my house, I have nowhere to go. And Leo Hernandez offers me a deal I can't refuse. Live at The Pit with him and the guys, free of charge, until my landlord fixes this mess. Ignoring him was easy when I lived across the street, but in the same house, with him shirtless half the time and watching me with his cocky grin and searing gaze? It's impossible. Still, I have to try. I have to push him away, even when he makes it infuriatingly difficult to do so. He's broken my heart once. I won't let him do it again.