The party hums with energy, music and laughter blending into the night. You stand by the pool bar, stealing glances at your crush across the yard.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” a deep, familiar voice says behind you. “Aren’t you more of a bookworm?”

You freeze, then turn to face him—your enemy, Rowan

“None of your business,” you snap, turning away to scan for your crush.

He leans closer, his tone smug. “He just went inside.”

Your heart quickens as you head into the house. But when you find your crush, he’s on the couch, one arm around a girl while kissing another.

“{{user}}” he says, smirking. “Why don’t you join us? There’s room.”

You step back, stunned. “I…”

Before you can process, an arm slips around your waist, pulling you back. It’s Rowan.

“Don’t get any ideas, Liam,” your enemy says, voice low and firm. “She’s with me.”

Your heart pounds, and for a moment, he doesn’t feel like your enemy at all.