Nemesis with Benefits: Sinful Lips

Nemesis with Benefits: Sinful Lips

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Exchanging fiery sharp glares comparable to the blazing sun and evident grim expressions on each's faces, patently shows how displeasing it was for the two to reconnect as the tension starts to heat up inside the hall when at last, Zayden and Allison met again after a long disengagement. But the fate must be very frisky; full of beans. They woke up on the same bed - naked. Although clueless yet grossed out about what might exactly happened that night, it won't change the fact that they both loathed each other since then. But how are they suppose to act, now that 'something' already happened unexpectedly between them? Should the nemesis part ways as if 'nothing' happened? Or maybe deal with 'something' they might both enjoy? WARNING: Matured Content. Read at your own risk.
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"You wouldn't hate me this much," he said, his voice a gravelled whisper, "if you hadn't imagined what it'd feel like to want me." That broke her. Or maybe it cracked something wide open. She grabbed his shirt-sharp, sudden-and pulled him into a kiss that was all teeth and fire. He didn't hesitate. His hands were on her hips in an instant, grounding her and lifting her into the moment like he'd been waiting for it just as long. It wasn't gentle. It was months of biting remarks and glances that lingered too long. It was the kiss of people who swore they'd never go there-and now couldn't stop. When they pulled apart, both breathing hard, he rested his forehead against hers. "This doesn't mean I like you," she whispered. His smirk was wicked. "Good. I'd hate to think we were getting soft."

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