You’re at a party with your enemy nate.

As you walk through the front door, your eyes land on your ex, and you freeze in your tracks, causing nate to bump into you. You stumble, but his hands catch you just in time, pulling you back so your back is pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Well, well, well…” he mumbles.

“Oh, shush.”

You try to push his hands away, but he stops you. “Wait. Don’t you want to make him jealous?”

Your gaze shifts back to your ex, who’s smiling with his friends. You hesitate for a moment before finally responding, “How so?”

“kiss me.”

You turn around, his hands still firmly around your waist. Without thinking twice, you pull him down by the cheeks and smashed your lips against his.

You hear gasps from those around you. When you finally pull away, you search for your ex, but before you can lock eyes with him, nate pulls you in for another kiss.