Living With My Stepbrother's Best Friend

“You’re staring at me again,” Jake murmured. “Maybe because you keep touching me.” His mouth nearly brushed mine. “Maybe because you like it.” I hated how badly I did. Jake Montgomery used to be my secret. Now he’s my stepbrother’s best friend — and living under the same roof again. After a mysterious accident erased his memories, Jake forgot everything that happened between us that summer. I didn’t. I remember his hands, his mouth, the promises whispered in the dark — and the blood on the road afterward. Coming back to Lincoln Heights was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, every look from Jake feels dangerous. Even without his memories, he still watches me like some part of him remembers exactly what we were. Every touch, every fight, every jealous glance pulls us closer to the truth buried between us — a truth that could destroy us both. Because some memories were buried for a reason. And some people were never supposed to fall in love twice.