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Everyone thinks they hate each other. They kind of do. After years of fights, rumors, and trying to one-up each other, being enemies is basically all they know now. But when no one's looking, it's harder to ignore the fact that something else has always been there too. The problem is they've gotten so good at hurting each other that eventually they stop pretending.

She texted: "I'm home alone." She didn't expect her best friend to show up with a strap-on - or to lose control halfway through using it. A slow-burn night of power shifts, sensual tension, and everything unsaid finally spilling out - one count at a time.