I Knew You When, but I wish I didn't.

A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance where the heat builds quietly... then explodes.

When she moves back in with her parents for the summer, the last thing she expects is him-her brother's best friend, the boy who used to drive her insane, sleeping on her couch like it's his house.

He grew up. Got taller. Hotter. Smirkier.

And now he's around all the time. Shirtless. Teasing. Close. Too close.

They fight like fire and gasoline.
They remember more than they admit.
And the more they try to keep things "casual," the messier it gets.

There's only one couch.
Only one bed.
Only one rule: don't fall in love.

Oops.

---Teaser---

He was standing too close. Way too close.
I could smell his cologne - the kind that whispered instead of shouted - and feel the heat rolling off him in waves.

"You always look at people like that?" he murmured.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to kiss them and kill them at the same time."

I blinked. "Maybe I do."

He stepped in, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"Then do it."