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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Ash...
Ash lingered there, her lips so close, her breath mingling with his, eyes shining like she knew she'd already won this war.
And Darren... Darren Walker?
He. Lost. It.
Like a man starved, like a dam breaking, he finally snapped.
His hand flew to her hair, not rough, but firm enough to make her gasp, tilting her head back just slightly. His chest rose and fell against hers, the tension between them crackling like live wire.
The next second, before Ash could even smirk at her victory, Darren spun her, pinning her against the wall.
The thud of her back against it echoed, but Ash? Ash looked thrilled.
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"Finally," she whispered, her smirk widening.
Darren ignored her, his entire focus burning on her face. His grip tightened just a little in her hair, his other hand braced against the wall beside her, caging her in completely.
Their bodies were flush now, breaths colliding, the world outside disappearing into nothing.
His eyes, stormy, wild, desperate, flickered down to her lips. Then back to her eyes. Then again to her lips.
Ash tilted her chin up, daring him, challenging him, her smile laced with temptation. "You want to kiss me, Darren," she murmured, voice like poison sugar. "Don't fight it."
His jaw clenched. His breath hitched.
"Ash..." he whispered, voice low, torn between restraint and desire.
"Say it," she teased, brushing her lips close enough to almost touch his. "Say you want me."
Darren exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against hers as if grounding himself from completely losing control.
"You have no idea," he confessed, voice hoarse, raw, aching.
Ash's smile widened, her lips parting. "Then show me."
And in that single second, Darren Walker stood on the edge. Between surrender. And survival.
Ash didn't wait. Didn't ask.
With the swiftness of a queen claiming her crown, she closed the space and kissed him.
It was quick. A taste. A tease. A spark thrown into a wildfire.
