A story of two enemies attached and captivated by lust and value.
"You act like you can't stand me...But the moment I get my hands on you, you're like putty."
18-year-old Addison Westbrook swears up and down that he hates Oliver Beckett. Even with...
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Waking up to an empty spot beside him only heightened the feeling of nausea he had endeared the next morning.
For a second, Addison thought last night was just a dream. That was until he noticed two painkillers and an open water bottle sitting conveniently on his nightstand.
He mentally thanked Oliver, who he assumed left the gracious "gift." But his face immediately fell at the boy's absence.
Things from the night before were a little blurry but he didn't forget Oliver's "promise."
How could he?
He gulped down the pills and slowly got up out of bed, cringing at the instant headache.
Maybe he went back to Cate-"
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower turning off and an unpleasant noise that was soon recognized as Oliver's humming.
He's here.
Addison smiled to himself and slowly made turned the bathroom's door nod, "Oliver-"
"Shit!" Oliver covered his naked body with his hands in shock. "Addison, what are you doing awake? It's still early."
"I wanted to make sure you were here."
Oliver grabbed his towel from the bathroom sink and wrapped it around his waist, "Yeah, I'm here. I'm also naked and frightened. So thank you for that."
"Sorry." Addison shrugged. "What time did you wake up?"
"Really early," Oliver murmured. "I had to clean up from last night."
Addison nodded absentmindedly staring at the boy's bare chest, "Cool..." Oliver gave him a questioning look. "Sorry--I mean, why didn't you ask Gabe to help?"
"He's going through his first hangover," Oliver said as a matter of fact. Addison's mouth went agape, "Yeah...Seems he had a really good time last night."
"He had Kool-aid...I swear he had Kool-aid." Addison muttered to himself. "That son of a bitch tricked me."
"You were really drunk last night, Addison."
"But I swear he had Kool-aid, it was red and everything."
Oliver smiled amusingly and shook his head, "The Kool-aid was grape flavored."
"Shit! Well, no wonder he preferred the alcohol who the fuck get's grape-flavored Kool-aid?"
Oliver let out a quiet laugh and continued towel drying his hair, while an awkward silence surrounded them. Addison stood, still halfway out of the bathroom, watching him wordlessly.
