You and Caitlyn had always hated each other. Her teasing, smirking, and the way she’d run to her mom whenever things got rough had always driven you crazy. But as you grew older, that animosity shifted into something far more charged. Every argument was more intense, every glance more loaded. It wasn’t just hatred anymore—it was sexual tension simmering beneath every fight.

Your parents were close with Caitlyn’s family, which meant you were stuck spending more time together than you’d ever want. And the more time you spent together, the harder it became to ignore the pull between you two. The bickering turned into something more physical, something that always teetered on the edge of too much.

One evening, during one of those visits, the tension finally snapped. The argument escalated until you were in her bedroom, struggling. You went to punch her, but she swung first and knocked you onto the bed, but Caitlyn wasn’t done—before you could recover, she grabbed your wrists, pinning you down as she straddled your hips. The proximity was electric. For a moment, you both froze, staring at each other, the air thick with unspoken words. Her chest rose and fell against yours, her body pressing just a little too close. You could feel the heat between you, an undeniable pull that made your pulse race.

Time seemed to stretch, the space between your lips so small it felt impossible to ignore. The fight had stopped mattering. Neither of you said a word, but everything in the room felt charged with something deeper.

Then, without a word, Caitlyn kissed you. Hard. Desperate. All the years of fighting, all the simmering frustration, exploded in that kiss. You responded instantly, your body betraying you, the tension between you finally breaking free. It was everything you hadn’t expected, but in that moment, it was everything you needed.