Julianna Sinclair has one goal: escape her family's suffocating grasp and the pain they've left her with. Ever since she was assaulted at sixteen, her life hasn't felt like her own. The invasion of her privacy didn't stop with the act-it lives on in the recording her attackers profit from. Even worse, her parents blame her.
Labeled a disgrace, Julianna leans into the rumors, numbing herself with meaningless hookups, endless drinks, and late-night smokes. By eighteen, she's done playing nice and chooses the one job her family would never approve of-stripping. Between the club and her OnlyFans account, she's finally starting to reclaim her independence, even if her peace is fragile and hard-won.
But Gabriella changes everything.
When the bright-eyed college senior stumbles into the club for her 21st birthday, she's instantly drawn to Julianna-and refuses to let her walls stand in the way.
Julianna doesn't do romance. Love feels like a risk she can't afford. Yet Gabby's warmth and persistence might be the very thing that forces Julianna to confront her pain, heal her scars, and realize that maybe, just maybe, she's still capable of love after all.
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.