I can’t believe it when my bully shows up on my doorstep, claiming that he’s crashing with me…. There’s no way in hell that I want Austin anywhere near me—and it has nothing to do with his muscular physique, intoxicating hazel eyes, or the way he towers over me—and everything to do with that I hate him and his repulsively handsome face. But I can’t afford my new apartment anymore, and when he offers to split the bills 50/50 and give me his mouth whenever I need, I find myself confused and desperate. I’m not gay, so I shouldn’t be tempted. And he’s not gay either, so why is he pushing this on me so hard? I can’t give in to my enemy. I need to send him packing (and not see what he’s packing!) Right?