It wasn't hate at first sight. It was worse. It was a soul-deep loathing. ‎He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and I lived to push him right back. We were never supposed to cross the line. ‎‎ ‎"Take me back, baby. Please." ‎ ‎Now the tables have turned. The arrogant bastard who swore he'd never bow is on his knees, begging. ‎ ‎"I can't live without you anymore, Troy." ‎Turns out, the only thing worse than loathing your enemy is loving them. ‎