Faithia
He starts walking toward me, rolling something between his fingers.
A lock pick.
Metal clicking softly as he toys with it.
I back up instinctively, my shoulders hitting the wall behind me. There's nowhere else to go. My breath comes faster now, chest rising and falling uncontrollably.
He stops inches away.
Too close.
He lifts a hand and drags the cool metal lightly along the side of my arm-not hard, not painful. Just enough to remind me how trapped I am.
"You shouldn't be here," he says quietly.
My voice shakes-but I force the words out anyway.
"You neither."
For a moment, he just looks at me.
Then he laughs.
Low. Brief. Almost impressed.
"Fair."
I swallow. "Let me go."
He studies my face like he's deciding something. Then, slowly, he raises both hands in mock surrender and steps back.
"You're free to go."
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Starting over sounds easy-until you're forced to do it in the same place where everything once fell apart.
At seventeen, Ivory returns to Tennessee with a guarded heart, a family still healing, and a past she never fully made peace with. After heartbreak taught her that love isn't always gentle-and that promises don't always last-Ivory isn't looking for anything new. She just wants to survive her final years of high school unnoticed.
But New York remembers her.
Between a school that feels unfamiliar, old memories that refuse to stay buried, and the pressure of pretending she's okay, Ivory quickly learns that starting over doesn't erase who you used to be.
And then there's him.
Cold, infuriating, and impossible to ignore, he is everything Ivory doesn't want and everything she can't seem to escape. Their first interactions are sharp, tense, and anything but romantic. Yet the more they clash, the harder it becomes to pretend there's nothing beneath the anger.
Some stories don't begin with love.
They begin with resistance.
And they burn slowly-until there's no turning back.
A teen high school romance. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn.
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