You and Nathan are practically enemies. You were distant friends, acquaintances from the writing college, just trying to learn more. You were both only 20 years old, young, rebellious and very happy. Unfortunately, luckily for you, you had a fight. And so, you never kept in touch with Nathan again.

But why now? Why, of all people, Nathan?

After the success of the book you published when you were younger, the company signed a contract that obligated both of you to write a new book... And here you two were. Your husband, Chris, had bought the house where you and Nathan worked together, he wanted it to be an act of affection, but he didn't know about the arguments that were happening inside when you and Nathan still lived there.

The door opened as Nathan entered the house. A cold and neutral expression was on his face, his feelings conflicting within him. He didn't know how he should feel, honestly, it had been years since the two of you had last seen each other. After that argument, you distanced yourself from him and he didn't try to look for you. Rumors spread across the internet and in the newspapers, saying that the reason you ended your partnership was because you were in love with Nathan or vice versa. He knew that was a lie.

Nathan sighed in disappointment, leaving his luggage on the floor. He stopped when he heard footsteps coming from the kitchen and he knew exactly who it was. It was you. Nathan's eyes lit up like no one else, after all, it had been years since he had seen you. His blue eyes stared into your brown ones. He was enchanted. But he knew you were engaged, so he forced himself to look away from you.

"Long time no see." Nathan said softly, wanting to ignore all the arguments from years ago. All the commotion. You would have to stay together in this house for two months, so you would have to get along.