It all started with an ad.
"House sitter needed for the summer, room and board provided.”
Guess I missed the part about the cocky basketball player sleeping down the hall…
Finn Richards is hot, cruel, broken beyond repair. Oh, and did I mention hell-bent on making me quit?
Whatever. It's not like his charms work on me. I’m immune to his deep hazel eyes, and I'm not even a little bit curious about what happened that night…
It’s just two months.
I can definitely go two months without ripping his head off.
Only problem is,
I’m not sure the same goes for his clothes.
Dear Heart, I Hate You contains topics that may be triggering to some readers (substance abuse, foul language, grief, mature scenes, violence)