She’s desperate for a first kiss.
He’s the reason she can’t get one.
Aria DeLang is cursed with three things: Sasquatch height, crippling social anxiety, and an “Honorary Dick.” What’s that, you ask? Well, you’d have to ask Roscoe Tate. He’s been ruining her life since elementary school. He’s sickeningly handsome, infuriatingly nonchalant, and he has his own fan club. Barf.
Desperate to break her curse, Aria has tried everything—befriending the resident mean girl, drawing thirst traps of controversial professional athletes, and flirting experiments that are wildly out of her comfort zone.
Crickets.
So when a very hungover Roscoe Tate shows up on her doorstep, Aria does what any cursed, lonely, virgin-lipped girl would do—she makes a deal with the Dark Lord of Hoops. She’ll help him get back in his coach’s good graces if he helps her score a swoon-worthy first kiss.
Unfortunately, Roscoe’s version of help involves dragging her to sketchy parties, rigging spin-the-bottle games, and sabotaging her dates. He crashes her all-girls pool party, looks way too good without a shirt, and acts like he might actually want to kiss her himself.
Gross.
Well . . . maybe?
Ugh.
The crazy thing is—it’s working. All her guy friends are finally noticing her, Roscoe’s best friend tried to kiss her, and the only boy she can’t stop thinking about is the one she swore to hate.
The curse started with a kiss. Can it end with one?
