♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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Rain slashed against my bedroom window. I stared into the darkness behind the windowpane, then averted my gaze to my lap.
“Don’t be scared. It’s just rain,” she whispered. Dainty fingers with thin golden rings adorning them combed through my wet blonde strands, trying to undo the knots.
“Ouch.” I winced, covering her hand with mine.
She caught it and brought it to her lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try not to pull. Let me grab a comb.”
“It’s okay.” I smiled. “I want you to read me a bedtime story. The one about the princess and the dragon. We can brush my hair once it’s dry.”
“No can do.” She hopped off the bed and headed toward the en-suite, leaving a trail of citrusy perfume in her wake — orange and vanilla with spicy notes of cinnamon. Once she reached the doorway, she turned around, beaming. “Your hair is beautiful. We have to take good care of it. And you know what?”
I toyed with the hem of my pink PJs. “What?”
“The more I look at you, the more convinced I get I should’ve named you Barbie. That name suits you.”
It’s not raining. Sunlight floods my bedroom, and I jolt upright, wiping the wetness off my cheeks as I blink several times. As soon as I grab the phone from the nightstand, a frustrated groan escapes me. I dash to the bathroom, squeeze some toothpaste on a brush, and pee while I brush my teeth, inwardly cussing at the dream that made me oversleep.
Leah knocks on my bedroom door when I’m done putting on my oversized white button-down. Not my smartest choice of clothes because my face is as pale as the fabric of the shirt, and there’s no time for makeup. Or breakfast.
“Tara. I gotta run. Are you ready?”
I throw the door open and snatch my purse from the chair by the desk. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
“I could’ve woken you up,” my roommate says, her head cocked to the side as her gray eyes roam my face.
“I didn’t hear my alarm. Shit. I hate being in a rush.”
“We have fifty minutes before the lecture starts. Fingers crossed we don’t hit the traffic,” Leah says, exiting the apartment. “Let’s see who gets there first.”
I could’ve given Leah a ride, but our schedules are different, and she loves her bike, probably as much as I love my car.
She hops on her Harley while I get in my Maserati. The drive takes twenty minutes, and when I park on campus, Leah is already there with Brian, sitting on his lap as they’re having breakfast on a bench not far from the Humanities building.
I’m happy my first class is with her and not Sebastian because I can’t deal with him without caffeine in my system.
