♱𝘩

𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔. Four years of arguments. Dirty looks. Petty revenge. Jealousy neither of us would ever fucking admit to. Ronan Callahan has been my least favorite person since high school, and somehow, after all this time, he’s still the one person who knows exactly how to get under my skin. Then one night, he’s making out with a girl while staring directly at me from across the room You refuse to react. That should’ve been the end of it. Instead, we end up alone, arguing like we always do until the anger gets too quiet, the distance gets too close, and suddenly the person I’ve spent years wanting to punch is the person I can’t stop looking at. One kiss. That’s all it takes to fuck everything up. We call it a mistake. We pretend it meant nothing. We avoid talking about it while somehow finding every possible excuse to end up too close again. Because now every argument feels different. Every touch lingers. Every party becomes a game of who looks first. And Ronan? He gets jealous as fuck. I’m not supposed to want him. He’s definitely not supposed to want me. But after years of hating each other, figuring out what happens when that hatred turns into something hotter might be the most dangerous thing we’ve ever done. Especially when neither of us knows how to stop.