Hormonotherapy

Heather's life is the perfect definition of messy, though she carries more than she seems. Plus, having an unlivable sister such as Alana - who by the way has a crush on Eliott, life has no plans to be fair anytime soon.

Eliott is that one hot, cute and handsome guy girls can't stop thinking about who somehow manages to get under Heather's skin every single chance he gets, despite Alana's existence.

And though they've known each other since kindergarten, they spend most of their time arguing over nonsense. And now, as if sharing the same high school wasn't already enough, they are coworkers at a small coffee shop.

Then comes a night.

One unlucky night.

When Eliott had the brilliant idea to crash his lips on Heather's during a lame game called 'Truth or Dare' at no one else but Alana's birthday.

And that's when things start getting spicier - even dangerously complicated.

....

"I really should go, now," I say as if something else - or rather someone, was holding me in this car.

"Yeah," he mutters. "It's late. Eve will sue you if you don't show up in time."

"Oh - so you're not...like...going to ask me to stay longer?"

"Is that what you're waiting from me?"

"No - yeah, but I mean...that's kind of your thing. You know...getting under my skin," I mutter.

His hands tighten on the steering wheel and he stares back straight ahead.

"The thought crossed my mind," he just let go smoothly. As if these words didn't cost anything to me. As if it didn't cost my sanity.

"But if I let it win..." his voice goes low, rough, deep and honest. "I might not stop myself this time. And I fear that even this car wouldn't be enough to hold me."

Then he turns to look at me again, his hands still unmoving.

"If I ask you to stay, I won't take you home. Not even back to my place. I'll take you right here, in this car, on your seat or in the backseat if required. And I'll make sure to make you feel everything I feel right right now."