♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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I broke Rule Number One in the Chicks Before Dicks playbook — don't ditch your friend for a guy.
Or his dick.
And obviously, don't do it for a promise of more kisses.
I hope Leah forgives me. I probably made Brian happy since she'll spend the afternoon with him. I might also be in desperate need of an excuse to justify texting her that something came up just because Bast asked me to wait for him at home.
As soon as I enter our apartment, I take off my shoes and pad to my room, where I put some music on.
My sex playlist. Correction: a playlist I made in case I had sex that meant something one day.
I change the bedding, take a hot shower, and lotion myself from head to toe. Instead of jeans and a top, I slip into a light gray dress. Guy friendly. Shows legs, has no zippers or buttons — a joy to take off.
The aroma of the Chicken Alfredo I made mingles with the scent of the lit candles scattered around the living room. Sebastian must be hungry; plus, talking as we have dinner together will put us both at ease.
Is he the kind of guy who does the dinner and wine thing? He wasn't with Elena, but maybe their relationship was different. Or maybe I'm fooling myself.
I finish setting the table, and my phone vibrates on the couch. As I unlock the screen, my heartbeat stutters at the sight of a text from Bast.
My hopes soar only to crash a second later.
Bast: Don't wait for me. I'm sorry.
He didn't say he'd be late, which means he's not planning on being home soon. Or at all.
My thumb hovers over the screen. I'm tempted to text it's okay, but it's not. I'd be bullshitting myself, and if the movie He's Just Not That Into You taught me something, it is that guys go after the girl they want, and they don't cancel a date just because, especially not when they're sure to get laid.
My eyes dart from the phone to the table I'd set.
Once again, I hole up in my bedroom and play the Girl Power playlist as I lie in bed. For some reason, my eyes sting.
Stupid eyes. I blink, staring at the ceiling. When my phone buzzes on the comforter beside me, my heart does a flip.
Stupid heart.
A glance at the Caller ID is all it takes to clear my throat and answer the call.
"Hey, Kenny."
"Hi. Am I interrupting?"
I wish.
I put him on speaker and grab a pink throw pillow to cuddle. "No. I was going to work for a bit. I didn't do much over the break."
