My obsession with Heather Cain runs deep.

I bullied her when we were kids because that was the only way to make her notice me.

Unfortunately, it backfired and only made her hate me. That doesn't mean I don't take every opportunity to slip inside her orbit. Maybe annoy Heather as often as I can since I prefer that over her ignoring me.

So when she needs someone to stand in as her date and pretend boyfriend for her grandmother's birthday party,

I volunteer.

She loathes the idea, but left with no other choice unless she wants her twin sister and ex to make fun of her, Heather begrudgingly agrees. In the process, all those years of animosity and tension—mostly from her end—come to a head and morph into something just as intense.

Desire. Blinding lust. Primal needs.

I've known Heather all my life, but I should've figured out my crazy antics would get us nowhere. Because apparently, there's only one way to keep her quiet—kiss her like my life depends on it. And after this little charade ends, we're not going back to the way we were. No!

Once I've claimed her—mind, body, and soul—only death will keep us apart.

Or maybe not. Because I sure as hell will follow her anywhere, even in the afterlife.

Heather, baby, you're stuck with me.

Whether you like it or not.