Your destiny is already mapped out as soon as you're born - you just don't get to see it yet.
In this era, people are given necklaces at birth. On these necklaces, an empty, corked bottle hangs, and as time goes by, the bottle fills with multicolored sand in a specific pattern. When you come of age, your bottle will fill entirely to the top. The real kicker is, only one other person in the whole world shares the same sand pattern as yourself, and that person is the who you are meant to be with; your soulmate, your other half, your match. Trinity Harpers, a girl who to this point, had been living a life void of interesting stories to tell, has just come of age. And her match - well, he's not exactly the Prince Charming she had in mind.
And destiny is a funny thing - it doesn't like to be messed with.
For as long as they can remember Cassie and Chance have been forced into each others lives. Their parents-lifelong best friends-treat them like a perfect match, but in reality, they can't stand each other. Chance thinks Cassie it too serious, always buried in a book, while Cassie thinks Chance is too cocky and carefree, always being risky.
Every summer their families take vacation together at the beach, but this year is different. It's the last summer before Cassie and Chance are off to college and the tension is higher than ever. Cassie is determined to survive the trip by avoiding Chance, while Chance is set on making her summer miserable and never leaving her alone.
But somewhere in between the bonfires, late-night swims, and unexpected heart-to-hearts, Chance realizes Cassie isn't as uptight as he thought. Maybe she's just fascinating. Or maybe he doesn't just like annoying her-maybe he actually likes her.
As the summer sun blazes on, their hate begins to shift into something warmer-something neither of them expected. Like the ocean they reside on, they must find out all the ways their hearts can flow.
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Chance cups my cheek in his warm large hand and he leans in. "What do you do to me Cass?" He whispers.
I suck in a sharp breath as butterflies dance in my stomach. "Chance." It comes out a breathy whisper. "My brother would kill you."
He chuckles, it's deep and vibrates through his chest. "Then I would die a very happy man, if you were the last thing I ever tasted."
Then his lips slam onto mine in an all too overwhelming wanting sensation.