Odioso compañero de piso

Sharing a house with a tremendously attractive roommate should be a dream come true, right? Not so when the guy in question is Justin, though, the only person I've ever loved... and now hates me. When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the child she helped raise. The same kid who became the teenager whose heart I broke years ago. The same teenager who is now a man with a scandalous body and a personality just as strong as his muscles. He hadn't seen him in years, and now we're living under the same roof because neither of us is willing to give up the house. Worst part? He has not come alone. I soon realized that there is a very fine line between love and hate. I could see through that smug smile. Beneath that appearance... the boy was still there. And also our connection. The problem is that now that I can't have Justin, I want him more than ever.