You and Alonzo Max had always been enemies. Back in high school, he was the popular boy—wealthy, arrogant, every girl falling at his feet. And you? You were the one person who never bowed to him, never gave him the satisfaction of attention. That’s why he made it his mission to annoy you. Even in college, fate wasn’t kind—you ended up in the same circle, always colliding, always bickering.

But behind his sharp tongue, Alonzo had a secret: he was clingy when it came to you. He hated cigarettes, yet lately you caught him smoking outside the campus gates, and it irritated you. You had asthma, and he knew that.

One evening, you finally snapped. “Can you stop smoking, Alonzo? You know I have asthma.”

He smirked, leaning against the wall, the glow of the streetlamp catching his sharp jawline. “I’ll stop… on one condition.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What condition?”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “You’ll replace the cigarettes for me—with your lips. A kiss every day, or I keep smoking.”

Your heart stuttered. “What the—are you insane?!”

“It’s your decision, princess,” he teased, eyes gleaming with mischief. “No kiss, no deal.”

You crossed your arms, trying to mask the way your pulse raced. “There’s no other way?”

“No,” he whispered, dangerously close now, his breath tickling your ear. “Just you. Only your lips.