A beautiful story of Natasha and David.
Where they become Enemies-to-Lovers... from hating each other to the core.. to loving each other and protecting from their past...
What do you think will they become one?
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Cathrin is drunk. Not just tipsy, not just giggly, completely, utterly, chaotically drunk. And it's taking every ounce of my self-control to stay composed.
God, I would pay to see her sober self react to this tomorrow. It's going to be gold. But right now? Right now, I'm suffering.
"Moon," I sigh, reaching for her wrist as she stumbles forward. Before I can catch her, she twirls out of my reach like some drunken ballerina, giggling like a damn child.
"Victoooor," she sing-songs, spinning in a circle before stopping abruptly and pointing at me with a dramatic gasp. "You're... YOU'RE SO SERIOUS ALL THE TIME!"
I pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling slowly. "Moon, sweetheart, let's go back to the room, yeah?"
She shakes her head furiously, her messy curls bouncing. "Nooope! I'm a free spirit!" She throws her arms in the air and stumbles backward, nearly colliding with a lamp post.
I lunge forward, grabbing her waist just in time, and she giggles against my chest. "You're so fast," she murmurs, poking my cheek. "You should be in the Olympics."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, well, I deserve a gold medal for putting up with you."
She gasps, placing a hand over her chest dramatically. "Vic, that's rude!"
I groan. "Please don't call me-"
But before I can finish, she wiggles out of my grip and takes off running towards the garden like a damn escaped zoo animal.
"CATHRIN!" I call, running after her.
She's barefoot now, twirling through the grass, arms outstretched like she's in some movie. "VICTOR, LOOK! I'M ONE WITH NATURE!"
I catch up to her and grab her by the waist again, holding her tight this time. "You're one with trouble," I mutter, pulling her close.
She grins up at me mischievously. "You think I'm trouble?"
"Without a doubt."
She giggles, then suddenly boops my nose. "I think you're cute."
I blink. "Moon, let's-"
She smirks, interrupting me by poking my chest. "But you're also soooo uptight."
I raise an eyebrow. "Am I?"
"Uh-huh." She leans in, whispering conspiratorially, "You need to... loosen up."
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Before I can react, she jumps onto my back, wrapping her arms around my neck like an overgrown koala. "Giddy up, horsey!"
Jesus Christ.
"Moon!" I groan, struggling to keep my balance. "Get down before you kill us both."
"Noooo, I like it here," she purrs, resting her chin on my shoulder. "You're all... warm and muscly."
