"i don't even recognise you anymore carter." i said, my voice shaking.
"good." he says without any hesitation
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Miyah Jovi and Carter Anderson were inseparable as kids, their bond forged through years of shared family gatherings and childhood adventures. But when high school came around, everything changed. Carter, once her best friend, became someone she hardly recognized-distant, arrogant, and influenced by the toxic whispers of his girlfriends. He let them tear Miyah down, mocking her for being a girl, for being brown. The hurt was deep, and their friendship shattered.
Now, years later, fate has a way of pulling people back together. Both Miyah and Carter end up at the same college, sharing a house they never expected to be in. Old wounds resurface, but so do the memories of the friendship they once had. As they navigate college life under one roof, will the tension between them only grow, or is there a chance for reconciliation-and something more?
In a story of betrayal, redemption, and the complexities of race and relationships, Under One Roof explores whether the past can truly be left behind, or if the lines between love and hate are thinner than they appear.
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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*Warning*
This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)