Filthy

Nix
I never thought coming home for Christmas would mean running into her—Hattie Anderson. The one who got away, the one I loved and lost, and the one I can’t seem to forget no matter how hard I try. Out of sight out of mind never worked when it came to her, now we were under the same roof and I couldn’t avoid her even if I tried.
The uncontrollable passion, the devastating heartbreak it all felt like it happened a day ago. Together, we were a mess. Apart, we were lost. But now, the universe—or my meddling mother—has thrown us back together. She smells like vanilla and looks like sin, and I’m walking a dangerous line between keeping my distance and wanting to pull her close.

Can we survive the holidays without tearing each other apart?