I'm left on this strip of sand after my second round of rehab. Father says I should rest and build my strength back, but I know better.
Father is launching his campaign of hate and bigotry in a presidential bid, and I am the black hole for his reputation. And not because I'm an addict. I'm radioactive because I like kissing guys and the paparazzi love catching me in the act.
I am of such little importance that nobody bothered to find me a private house on this island, and I'm forced to share one with a dangerously handsome, self-proclaimed a-hole, Tiago Alvarez.
I'm the kind of guy who likes flirting with disaster and there's no bigger disaster than the daredevil I'm forced to share the bed with. The attraction is instant, but the scars on my soul rip as soon as I have a chance to get closer.
Tiago is harboring dark secrets. He's a handsome train wreck and I am a walking relapse. We're a match made in the seventh circle of hell. Being near him is like leaning from a skyscraper. It's the highest high I know. But any good addict will tell you: after every high, there comes a low.
And us? We stand no chance against this bitter world.
