rooming with a fuck boy is a recipe for disaster, but with an eviction notice tying your hands, your standards drop incredibly low. what started as the solution to all your problems has spiraled into a tense game of cat and mouse-hands, mouth, and orgasms included.
no problem though, a week away at your friend's beach house is exactly the kind of break you both need, right? wrong. the sun's out, the drinks are strong, and your self-control forgot to pack a bag. if you thought being confined to the four walls of your apartment was hard, just wait 'til the heat kicks in.
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