Marvin’s POV

  To be honest, as I leaned into the couch of Ashley's house, my knees buzzed at how wrong it all was.

  Me relaxing into the enemy's couch with no protection whatsoever, a move my dad would have totally blown my head off for if he were still breathing.

  It took my mind back to fifteen years ago when I was first invited into the new neighbor's house.

  The moment the door opened I was standing face to face with a smiley-faced, blue-eyed, chubby girl who guided me to her room, holding my hand while I blushed like the naive young teenager I was.

  Not anymore. I mean, after...