BLURRED LINES

He backed her against the door, his forehead resting against hers, hair falling over his eyes, and his voice dropped to a strained whisper, "You have no idea what you do to me."

Maya's fingers tightened around his collar, "Then tell me."

His eyes fell to her lips, dark and unwavering, "I'd rather show you, solnyshka."

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At six, she met her best friend.
At twelve, everything changed.
At twenty-one, she was forced to live with him.

Maya Sinclair has spent her entire life trying to be loved.
At twenty-one, she's beautiful enough to turn heads, warm enough to make friends wherever she goes, and always the life of the party. She dances when she's happy, works until she gets the grades she wants, remembers everyone's birthday, and somehow always manages to be the person everyone needs.

Then there's Maksim Zakharov.
Cold. Arrogant. Brilliant. Impossible to read.
He keeps his circle small, his standards impossibly high, and his feelings locked somewhere no one can reach them. He's used to always being the smartest person in the room and getting exactly what he wants.

Except when it comes to Maya.

Once, they were inseparable.
Now, they can't stand even hearing the other person's name.

There's always a blurred line between hate and love.
Especially when the person you hate was once the person you loved most.