Sink or Swim

Sink or Swim

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"We don't have to act like we hate each other." He touches my bottom lip with his thumb. "Theo you're drunk" . "Drunk words are sober thoughts love" he grins and pulls my lips to his. ------------------------------ Since her freshman year, Hannah Shores has competed for the swim team and won. Hannah is in her senior year and is prepared to win in the toughest competition to get into her dream college; nothing would stand in her way. Until, Theo James, an exchange student from England who everyone is fawning over and who was allegedly one of the best swimmers in his old high school, shows up with the same goal of getting into Hannah's college. Hannah is now angry, frustrated, and worried. Will Theo James' arrival have an impact on Hannah's chances of getting into her ideal college? Or will his god beautiful looks distract her from the winning prize?
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When I transferred to Evergreen High, romance was the last thing on my mind. I came for a fresh start - new classes, new people, a clean slate. But the universe had other plans... and his name is Theo Hart. He's the school's golden boy - star of the hockey team, arrogant, loud, and completely infuriating. And thanks to a housing mix-up, he's also my new dormmate. We clash over everything. He leaves his gear everywhere, I correct his grammar. He calls me "Fletcher," I call him a jerk. But somewhere between the late-night arguments and the way his voice drops when he says my name... things start to change. I'm supposed to hate him. I want to hate him. But when he's close - really close - it's hard to remember why. Because maybe the boy with cold hands and a bad attitude... has the warmest heart I've ever known.

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