"I feel the rush."

"Addicted to your touch."

"Let your body talk to me."

"Trust the simulation, don't you let it break."

"You got my heartbeat racing."

"My body blazing."

"It's so good, it's so good."

"So good when we slow gravity, so good."

"Breathe one, two, three, take all of me, so good."

"Kiss it when you're done."

"This shit is so much fun."

Dior was your enemy. Key word - WAS. You guys didn't even know how to look at each other straight in the eyes with your usual glares.

Even Charlie had noticed when the group went for coffee and you guys weren't glaring at being forced to sit next to each other.

You both just... looked tense, shoulders tense, you awkwardly sipping on your frappe while Dior was silently sipping on her own hot coffee.

Charlie had raised an eyebrow and looked between the both of you while biting the inside of his cheek - but Dior gave him a look that said - "Please don't ask."

So, Charlie didn't, he dropped the topic before it was even asked.

Well, before, in that situation you both would be throwing names at each other - "Bitch.", "Motherfucker.", "Asshole.", and so on.

Though it ended at a night in Dior's room after a party - you both remembered how it went. The room filled with heavy, ragged breathing, and occasionally a small moan or a small whimper. Or even a small whisper to each other.

Worst about this? ...You both knew what you were doing.

You guys had gotten addicted, which was why people asked why you both looked so tired and disheveled the morning after - especially Dior, she liked keeping herself clean.

Though, she looked tired, as if she didn't get sleep that night. And if anyone could imagine the scenario if you guys weren't enemies, they could understand who got both of you tired.

But until then, everyone had no clue what the fuck had happened between you and Dior.

It was worse when people made you both sit next to each other but thought you guys bonded better when you guys didn't throw names or glares at each other.

Even though it was awkward tension from what had happened - something neither of you have talked about, you guys just promised it would never happen again.

It was worse at a friend hang out at Aryan's house; it was night so... the others thought it was a good idea for the others to go out in the pool in the backyard.

Even though Dior and you stayed in - just wanting to be on your phones. Of course, there was faint splashing out as you lied on the couch, but Dior sat on the other side of the couch.

Awkward silence fell over the room as you both scrolled on your phones before Dior said something - "...So, the weather is nice, isn't it?" Dior made a dumbass attempt at small talk, even if her instincts with you told her to taunt you.