Two reasons NOT to hook up with the Adonis next door:

1. He’s grumpy in a way that should be illegal, with stormy eyes, a voice that could melt bones, and abs that look custom-sculpted to ruin my self-control.

2. He’s eleven years older. Not that it matters. Age is just math… right?

My plan was simple: house-sit for the summer, avoid the sexy storm cloud next door, move to New York, begin my sparkly new life.

But one accidental naked encounter + one impulsive moment = a line we can’t uncross.

So we made rules:

No last names.

No numbers.

No real-life details.

Just a summer fling we can tuck gently into memory.

Walking away should be easy—neither of us wants more.

Turns out, walking away is the hardest part.

And when fate throws us back together again, we should have braced for impact.

Warning: Forever Yours contains a grumpy/sunshine age-gap romance, a dangerously hot neighbor, summer heat, and enough tension to torch a small seaside town.