"Well, if you don't like it you can always go and find somewhere else to live." Your cutting tone didn't go unnoticed. Van's eyes narrowed a little, the smirk falling quickly away but not for long. He folded his arms across his chest, fixing you with a look like he was sizing you up, just like a fighter might weigh up an opponent over the other side of a boxing ring. Well, if he was spoiling for a fight he'd picked the wrong girl to mess with, that was for sure. Van's your new next-door neighbour who you love to hate // an enemies to lovers story MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+