“You’re so in love with me,” you said, eyeing the grumpy boy sitting across from you.

Calvin barely looked up from his drink. “Oh yeah? And what exactly gave you that idea?”

You gestured around the diner. “We’re on a date.”

“I was dragged here,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Against my will.”

You leaned back in your seat. “Please. I don’t think I could force you to do anything.”

A smirk spread across his face. “You’re right,” he said.

You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Finally admitting it?”

He shook his head, amused. “I’m not here because you forced me.”

You raised a brow. “Then why?”

He leaned closer across the table, his voice lower now. “Because you don’t need to force me.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“You’ve got me wrapped all around your finger, my love,” he murmured, smiling.

You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you. The truth hit you. He was your enemy. And yet, here he was, falling into the game you both pretended to hate.