She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Ben and Olivia are either laughing or at each other's throats-there's no in-between. To the outside world, they're chaos and charm. Banter and barbs. But underneath the teasing nicknames and constant one-upping, there's something deeper neither of them dares to name. Olivia hides her feelings behind sarcasm and a smile that rarely reaches her eyes. She cries in the shower, keeps people at arm's length, and refuses to let anyone see the cracks-especially Ben. Ben, the guy who masks his anxiety with bravado and charm. The one who's terrified of being alone and finds comfort in the noise... even when that noise is Olivia yelling at him. They weren't supposed to fall. Not for each other. Not like this. But sometimes, love doesn't arrive quietly. Sometimes... it collides. It tangles. And sometimes, it clashes.