Smile At Me... Please?

Smile At Me... Please?

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TW: Eating disorder, Self-harm, Suicidal ideation, Rape, Abuse, Vomit FIRST-EVER BOOK |DISCLAIMER| This is the raw thoughts and feelings of someone in an abusive relationship, a traumatised person, they are not healthy! Also although this book contains sexual content, it is NOT a kink-related book. Zylot is still finding herself but how can she be formed into a working human if things and people keep chipping her? They're a bone healing incorrectly. Honestly, just read it. Describing won't do it justice
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Step one: graduate. Step two: accidentally sleep with your best friend. Step three: get trapped working summer camp together because your other best friend has no sense of boundaries. Now Enya and Maddie are sharing a cabin, pretending nothing happened, and doing a terrible job at it. It's hot. It's messy. It's gay. * * * The summer before college was supposed to be chill; sunburns, iced lattes, maybe a mild existential crisis. But when Skylar signs everyone up to be counselors at a middle school camp, Enya and Maddie find themselves trapped in a mosquito-infested nightmare... together. One small problem: They may or may not have ACCIDENTALLY hooked up after graduation. And Maddie is convinced Enya planned the whole thing. Between canoe races gone wrong, s'mores that end in arguments, and bunkhouse confessions they swore would never happen again, both girls are about to learn that feelings aren't something you can logic your way out of-or yell your way past. Because sometimes the person who drives you craziest... is the one who feels like home.

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