Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance

“Still hate me?” I whispered, lacing my fingers with Jules’s.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed my hand. “Always.”

Mine. Mine. Mine.

watching her smile was like watching the night sky light up with stars.

Jules smiled with her whole face. The sparkle in her eyes, the adorable crinkle of her nose, the small crease in her cheek

Besides, I’m the only one who gets to be a jerk to you.

I don’t feel bad. If I do, I’ll just buy myself a gold medal. Twenty-four karats, Cartier.

But that was the thing about guilt. It didn’t give a damn about facts or reason. It sprouted from the tiniest seeds of doubt, slipped through the cracks of your psyche, and by the time you realized what the ugly darkness oozing through your veins was, it’d already burrowed itself so deep you couldn’t dig it out without losing a part of yourself.

“Ava will be upset if her beloved brother drops dead during her birthday trip, which means Alex will be upset, which means you’ll be dead.”

Wood digging into my back. Sour breath on my neck. Hands on—

“Daddy Issues”—The Neighbourhood