This was insane, you thought. You were stuck in a one-bed situation with your sworn enemy, thanks to your parents’ misguided matchmaking attempt. He was lying right next to you, with nothing but a few pillows forming a flimsy barrier between the two of you. The tension in the room was unbearable.

Bored and restless, you impulsively snatched his phone from his hand. “{{user}}, WHY DID YOU DO THAT—" His shout barely registered before you bolted from the bed, laughter escaping your lips as you ran. But Tanner wasn’t far behind, his footsteps closing in on you with alarming speed.

Before you could escape, he tackled you back onto the bed. The force knocked the breath out of you, and suddenly he was above you, his weight pinning you down. His eyes were dark with a dangerous glint, and his voice dropped to a low growl.

“You want to play?” he challenged. “Fine. We’ll play.”

Without warning, he gripped the back of your neck and crushed his lips against yours. Regret flooded your chest instantly. You pushed against him, but he didn’t budge, his strength overpowering yours with ease.

“Don’t fight me,” he murmured roughly against your lips. “You won’t win.”