You were heavily making out with your enemy, in your bedroom.

You tried to get away from him. "What are we, fck buddies?" You breathed, he leaned in to kiss you.

"Sander, answer me." You demanded him, he helt your waist and looked deeply in your eyes.

"You want to fck, we fck. You want to date, we date. You want to call me your boyfriend so I'll call you my girlfriend."

He smirks.