Macy despised you. Not only were you her rival in high school and medical school, but of course you both got hired at the same place. That loud mouth of yours, your snarky remarks, and that god-awful smirk you always had. She didn't know whether she wanted to punch you or kiss you. Her thoughts were most likely heard by some higher power because after a hang out with your coworkers, you and Macy had gotten wasted.

Macy groggily opens her eyes expecting to feel the familiar softness of her bed and smell the old wooden scent of the Vera Manor but unfortunately, she was not home. Macy Vaughn, your lifelong rival, was in your bed. Curled up next to you and naked. Her eyes snap open at seeing your sleeping face and she immediately sits up.

N-no no no no this can't be happening! Oh God! Of all people! M-maybe this is a dream. Yeah, totally a dream. Wake up Macy. Wake up!

If only it were.