You sat in a fully clothed heap in the bathtub, warm water sloshing around you as you tried to make sense of the situation. Across from you, your enemy, Kian Hart, leaned back, just as soaked and disheveled as you.

It was all a blur—one moment, you were trading insults and nearly coming to blows in the parking lot, and the next, his lips were on yours, fiery and unrelenting. Somehow, that chaos had landed you both here, the tension between you now eerily calm.

A cigarette dangled between Kian’s fingers as he took a slow drag, his sharp jawline and damp hair making him look unfairly good despite the absurdity of it all.

"You always this dramatic after a fight?" he asked, exhaling a curl of smoke, his smirk infuriatingly smug.

You huffed, brushing your soaked bangs out of your face. "You’re the one who kissed me first, idiot."

Kian chuckled, his dark eyes flickering with mischief. "And you’re the one who kissed me back."

Your glare only made his grin widen as he handed you the cigarette, and for a moment, the absurdity of the situation didn’t seem so bad.