It was Saturday, 7 pmand you were just chilling in your room. Suddenly, your enemy, Alexander texted you..

,,Fuck.. I want you so bad right now..“

You replied..

,,What? I think you have the wrong number, Alex.“ Was he really serious…?

,,No, I‘m texting the right person.. I hate the way you make me feel.“ He texted back

,,But we hate each other, Alex..“ Was he maybe drunk?

,,That‘s the problem..you hate me, and that‘s turning me on. Open your door.“

You heard a knock at your door…