Burn Me Slowly

Burn Me Slowly

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Ongoing2h 39m

Last published Thu, Jun 19, 2025

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Lottie Matthews isn't invisible-but she might as well be. People know her name, know the way she always sits in the second row of every lecture with her perfectly annotated notes and unreadable expression. She's the kind of girl you remember without ever really noticing. Quiet, strange, and content with it. Riley Stone is the opposite in every way. Loud. Sharp. Dripping in privilege and pride, with a designer bag on one arm and half the campus wrapped around the other. The queen of Barkley College's social scene, and she knows it. She makes sure everyone knows it. They've hated each other from the moment they met-if hate means long glances across classrooms, passive-aggressive comments in group projects, and the unbearable tension of two people pretending they don't see each other when they absolutely do. But when a shared class forces them into close proximity, and one mistake ties them together for the rest of the semester, what starts as venom begins to shift. In the silence between insults and the spaces between fights, something unfamiliar starts to burn. And neither of them is ready for the kind of fire that doesn't come fast-but consumes everything when it finally does.

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