A Hot Mess

Living with your childhood crush? Hot. Dealing with these crazy feelings for him? A Hot Mess.

Eloise
Atlas Hot was the guy I used to doodle hearts around in my notebooks.
He never noticed me. Not back then.
Now we’re sharing a tiny apartment, and I’m trying not to melt every time he wanders past shirtless, all golden skin and smug smirks.
But when I start having a hard time controlling these pesky feelings…
Let’s just say it’s a little scary.
Even if he does keep fixing things, cooking dinner, and being the best roommate ever.
I know better than to fall for a man like him.
Don’t I?

Atlas
I thought moving in would be simple—a temporary fix until my house is finished.
But Eloise Martin is anything but simple.
She’s sunshine and sarcasm, coffee-stained t-shirts and a mouth that makes me want to misbehave.
Problem is, she steals my heart and I’m not sure she feels the same way.
Now I’m trying to prove what a great catch I am.
Cleaning. Cooking. Walking around half-dressed.
Somehow I’ve gone from roommate to hopelessly gone for her.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to turn this hot mess… into something real.
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My apartment is a disaster zone of moving boxes and dog toys, each thing conspiring to remind me that I’m about to be an abandoned woman. There’s Sage, hugging her Chihuahua, Winnie, like the little drama queen needs comforting. Never mind that I’ll be the one searching for a new roommate in sketchy personal ads, or worse, living in a box under the bridge. “Do you think I need to buy a gun?” I ask. Dramatic, I know, but I live to tease her.
Sage gives me a confused look. “To shoot Ian with?”
The notorious Hot brother glances over, raising an eyebrow as if he heard his name. 
"It crossed my mind." I’m joking. Really, I am. 
“I’m going to miss you,” my best friend says, giving me a playful nudge with her hip. “But I can’t resist my hot fireman.” No damn duh. Sage and Ian met just a few weeks ago, and their relationship has moved at lightning speed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for Sage, but I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. I want a Hot guy of my own.
Ian’s oldest brother, Beckett, drops a box onto the growing pile near my fridge and announces he's taking the kitchen essentials to the car. Dawson chimes in, saying he's also ready to carry a load. Ian picks up a box and follows his two brothers out the door. Good riddance to three-quarters of the grunting Hot brothers and their manly muscles. 
Thank goodness, Atlas hasn't turned up for this moving mission. Sage knows I've had a crush on Ian's older brother for ages, but I don't want the Hot brothers to figure it out.
"I'm just joking," I say once they're out of earshot, my voice laced with laughter. "About the gun. I'm not worried about living alone. I’m just going to miss you so much."
Sage walks over and hugs me. “I’m going to miss you, too.”
“I doubt Ian will give you time to miss me.” I still feel a little sorry for myself, but I want to reassure my best friend I’ll survive her moving out unexpectedly. “If worse comes to worst, I’ll find a roommate to help with the bills.”
Our conversation comes to an abrupt halt as the three Hot brothers casually stroll back through the door, their presence commanding attention. Sage, ever the whirlwind of energy, dashes off, ready to give out instructions with her usual flair. 
Meanwhile, I begin the task of packing up her extensive DVD collection that’s organized neatly along the shelves. The room buzzes with a renewed energy as the brothers' laughter fills the air, mingling with the rustle of hurried packing.
"Beckett, wrap that tighter.” Ian is getting a kick out of ordering his brother-slash-boss around.
“Bite me.” Beckett flips his younger brother off, making a show of tightly wrapping a plastic bowl.
Ian dismisses his brother and focuses on Sage, casting her a syrupy sweet look that makes the rest of us cringe. 
Dawson mutters, "We're here helping you out of sheer goodwill, jerk. Keep whining, and we'll find something better to do." 
I try to tune out the bickering brothers as I weigh my options. I’m not exactly destitute, but teachers don’t make much, so I’ll have to find a roommate before my savings take a huge hit.
Without Sage sharing the rent, this two-bedroom apartment is way out of my budget. Financial stability isn't exactly something teachers get to enjoy.
When I pictured my future, I didn't think I'd be contemplating selling an organ just to pay rent.
Things take a turn for the worse, and I almost pass out when Atlas Hot's voice booms outside the door. Freaking hell. I’m suddenly thirteen again, a blushing disaster dressed like a tomboy, gaping at the former star quarterback. 
Ian opens the door, grumbling to his brother, “About time you showed up.” I don’t have to see his tousled dark hair or intense blue eyes to know it’s Atlas. Hearing his commanding voice is enough to send me into the embarrassing, awkward spiral I've tried so hard to forget. I dive behind a stack of boxes and busy myself with some haphazard packing. I’m sure someone else can greet him without hyperventilating. What is happening to me? Pull up your big girl pants and act like the confident woman you are.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, waiting to hear Atlas's response. “I had to go buy new tennis shoes since Beans decided to eat my other ones,” he grumbles back. 
“You’re the one who wanted to move in with me until your house is ready,” Beckett reminds his brother.
“When I asked, I had no idea your goddamn pot belly pig seems to live on a diet of Nikes and Adidas.” The brothers start another round of bickering.
Atlas walks in and gives Sage a hug, which causes Ian to grumble about his brothers not touching his woman. The sly look on Atlas’s face tells me he did it to get a rise out of his brother. 
My heart nearly stops when he turns to me and holds out his hand. “Hi, I’m Atlas, the good-looking brother.” He commands attention with a sweep of his intense eyes, making me nervous in all sorts of uncomfortable ways. His black t-shirt hugs his broad shoulders and yummy, muscular frame. I try to pretend he's not suddenly this unbelievably hot and confident man, but it’s an impossible undertaking.