Bora pushed Riki against the wall, her eyes cold. "You think you can keep up with me?" Riki smirked, stepping closer. "I don't need to keep up, Bora. I'm already ahead." She leaned in, her breath brushing his ear. "Keep pushing me, and you'll regret it." Riki's grip on her wrist tightened. "I like a good challenge."

One night. Just mojitos and a messy kiss. She wasn't supposed to see him again- But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now they're best friends who flirt too much, fight too loud, and fall into bed way too often. No strings, no labels. Just feelings they pretend don't exist.