•Enemys to lovers• |love|

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Y/n pov:

H/N and I went to a party. At some point, I started dancing with a random guy—then, I kissed him. But while we kissed, my eyes drifted to him. H/N. He hates me. And I hate the way he treats me. We can't even spend five minutes together without an argument. Anyway, back to the story. As I said, I kissed this guy. But apparently, a certain someone didn't like that. Out of nowhere, H/N grabbed my arm and literally dragged me out of the party—straight to his car. He drove in complete silence, ignoring me the entire way.
By the time we arrived at his house, I was fuming. But before I could do or say anything, he just threw me over his shoulder—completely ignoring my shouting—and carried me inside. He didn't stop until we reached the kitchen, where he set me down on the counter.

"Why do you have to act like an asshole all the time?" I snap, still seething.
"Me? An asshole?" He scoffs. "Oh, come on. Who was the one kissing some random guy at the party?"
"What's wrong with that? Do I hear jealousy?" I smirk at him.
"Jealousy? As if." He takes a step closer. "You're the one who has a thing for me."

My eyes widen. I mean—he's right. But hell no am I admitting that. "I don't have a thing for you."
He laughs. Then, placing his hands on either side of me, he steps between my legs—his face now dangerously close to mine.

"Then tell me you hate me." His voice is low, daring. "Tell me you don't want me to kiss you." His hands slowly glide up and down my thighs. I inhale sharply.

"Okay," I breathe. "I don't want you to kiss me. Satisfied?"
"Not exactly." His face inches closer, and suddenly, I can't fight it anymore. I close my eyes and lean in. "You liar," he whispers. My eyes snap open, shame washing over me. Frustrated with myself, I bite down on my lip.

His gaze drops instantly. "Don't do that, love." His thumb brushes over my lip, sending a shiver down my spine. "You know that drives a man crazy." And that drives me crazy. Hell, it would drive any woman crazy.

"Tell me I'm your favorite sin," he murmurs. I know I'll regret this later. But right now? I want to kiss him so badly. "Oh, just kiss me, you sinner."
I don't have to tell him twice. His lips crash against mine, and in that moment—nothing else matters.
It feels like this is the only thing I've ever wanted in my life.

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I think I saw a situation like that on booktok or something, so I'd say I was inspirated while writing that xoxo
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