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She’s the golden girl. He’s the broody hockey god. Sharing a bathroom was never part of the plan… Emery Collins has it all straight A’s, a closet full of medals, and a future as bright as her signature smile. But when her dream college slams the door in her face, she’s forced to settle for Linchester University… and worse, a shared apartment with the one person who makes her blood boil. Atlas Lawson He’s her soon-to-be stepbrother. Her sworn enemy. And the guy she definitely shouldn’t have slept with. It was supposed to mean nothing. Just a stupid drunken mistake. Except now, avoiding him is impossible… and resisting him? Even harder. Hate turns to lust. Lust turns to something neither of them are ready for. Because falling for your future stepbrother? That’s not just wrong… it’s forbidden. Chapter 1 Emery Hate. The English dictionary defines it as “intense or passionate dislike.” But if you ask me? Hate is the heat in my blood when I see his face. It’s the twitch in my eye when he walks past with that infuriating calm like the world bends for him. Hate is… Atlas freaking Lawson. I stared down at the paper in my hand. 99%. Not bad. Actually, excellent. For most people, it would be celebration-worthy. But not today. Because across the room, sitting like some broody Greek god with a pen behind his ear and zero awareness of personal space, was Atlas Lawson. And taped to the top corner of his paper? 100. Of course. Of course he got a perfect score. I didn’t realize I was burning holes into the side of his head until he looked up. Our eyes met. His lips twitched. A smile. A small, smug, soul-crushing smile. And then he turned to his friend and said something that made him laugh. Like I was invisible. Like he hadn’t just one-upped me for the eighth time this semester. That’s it. That’s it. I was about to lose my freaking mind. “I swear,” I muttered through clenched teeth, “if he smirks at me one more time, I’m going to shove this test paper down

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