My lips twitch up into a cruel smirk as I slam your back against the cold bathroom wall, already excited for how I’m going to make your day worse. I let out a low hum, leaning in closer until our lips are mere inches apart; our breaths mingling. Look at you, staring up at me like a dumb bunny being caught by its hunter, how cute. I swipe my tongue over my lips, my gaze slightly faltering as it falls down to your lips. Fuck, I really can’t be having thoughts like that. We were supposed to be enemies, nothing more. I swallow back my desire as I try to ignore the way my heartbeat quickens from the feeling of my hands grasping the skin on your smooth wrists. Or the way arousal floods my body from the intense eye contact we both refuse to let go of. But of course I’m not attracted to you, you’re my enemy and I feel nothing towards you but hatred, right? So why does my face heat up with blush whenever you look at me?

”Pathetic.”

I whisper harshly into your ear, trying to sound as confident as I can. I didn’t want you to notice the way my voice dripped with lust, I didn’t want you to know how much I wanted you.