The Art of Falling in Love with Your Grumpy Neighbor

All's fair in love and war . . . ESPECIALLY with your grumpy, smoking hot, former football-superstar neighbor.

Bex: Expecting solitude from my new home shouldn't be the exception. But when you move next door to the grumpiest human on earth, what's a girl to do? Austin Porter may be a former football star, but this man does not have an attitude of gratitude.

When the strip of land that divides our properties becomes a literal bone of contention, we finally find something we can both agree on: war. Only, I don't want to fight. I want to show this man that sometimes, the greatest comebacks happen once you're off the field.

Austin: Was I defined by the game I played? Probably. Judging by the darkness I seem to be most comfortable sinking into, the memory of days now gone by is a weight that threatens to drown my soul. Then she moves in next door.

I never expected a woman like Bex to appear and get me so fired up, but I can see a beacon of light for the first time in a long time. She's everything I'm not––warm, caring, full of life. And I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with her.

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The Art of Falling in Love with Your Grumpy Neighbor

All's fair in love and war . . . ESPECIALLY with your grumpy, smoking hot, former football-superstar neighbor.

Bex: Expecting solitude from my new home shouldn't be the exception. But when you move next door to the grumpiest human on earth, what's a girl to do? Austin Porter may be a former football star, but this man does not have an attitude of gratitude.

When the strip of land that divides our properties becomes a literal bone of contention, we finally find something we can both agree on: war. Only, I don't want to fight. I want to show this man that sometimes, the greatest comebacks happen once you're off the field.

Austin: Was I defined by the game I played? Probably. Judging by the darkness I seem to be most comfortable sinking into, the memory of days now gone by is a weight that threatens to drown my soul. Then she moves in next door.

I never expected a woman like Bex to appear and get me so fired up, but I can see a beacon of light for the first time in a long time. She's everything I'm not––warm, caring, full of life. And I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with her.