Coming home to find out my ex is my new roommate is a nightmare…especially when I’ve been pretending to hate her for years. Harper Davidson has been ingrained on my heart since we were kids, and now she’s tattooed on my skin. But she’ll never know about either. Not when she’s better off thinking we’re enemies. Having her in my space every day and sharing a wall with her every night is a challenge I never saw coming. A challenge I’m not sure I’m up to. Especially when our daytime games turn into nighttime dares, pushing each other to the…
I read. And quilt. A lot.