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.”

“Oh my God!” I rushed over to her at the same time as Ava and Stella, and we collided in a messy, laughing group hug that would’ve ended with us on the floor had Bridget’s fiancé Rhys and bodyguard Booth not steadied us. “I thought you couldn’t make it!”

Ava had been the first person I’d met at Thayer. We’d hit it off right away, and I would never forget how she stuck by me when Josh insisted she end our friendship. She and Josh were extremely close, so the fact she stood up to him for me meant more than she would ever know

Maybe her prickliness was a defense mechanism, but that was none of my business. I wasn’t here to peel back her layers like we were in one of those damned romance novels Ava liked so much

New Zealand was a fantasy; D.C. was reality.

Still hate me?” I whispered, lacing my fingers with Jules’s.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed my hand. “Always.”

I smiled. “Good.”

Told you that was going to be amazing.”

“I don’t know if amazing is the right word. I saw my life flash before my eyes

“But it was worth it for that kiss alone.”

“Spiderman and Mary Jane have nothing on us.”

“Absolutely not.”

We also moved in together last month so we could maximize our time together between our crazy schedules. We compromised on the commute by choosing a house halfway between her office and the hospital.

I captured her mouth in a kiss, distracting her from the rope’s recoil.