The best part about fighting with your boyfriend Holly Jacobson had learned, was the insanely hot apology hook-up that followed.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Tyler whispered, wrapping his arms around Holly’s waist and drawing her down onto the bed with him. Alexa’s bed, to be precise.

When their increasingly loud debate in the living room had prompted eyebrow raises from the other party guests, Holly and Tyler had snuck off to the only private place they could find: the all-white guest room that, Holly knew, doubled as Alexa’s whenever she stayed at her mom’s. But any hesitations Holly had about fighting – and fooling around – in there had melted away with one touch of Tyler’s warm lips against her skin.

“Me, too,” Holly murmured, tilting her head back as Tyler planted slow, light kisses all down her neck. To be perfectly honest, she wasn’t that sorry, and she and Tyler hadn’t even reached a real resolution. The thought of them camping with her family this week – her mother making them synchronize their watches before every hike, her younger brother, Josh, persuading Tyler to sneak slugs into Holly’s sleeping bag – still irritated Holly. But she was okay letting the issue go for now. Even though she’d developed a slightly thicker skin of late, Holly still loathed confrontations. And besides, she’d much rather be kissing Tyler.