I slept with my enemy. I didn't remember much about last night but it happened and although I didn't want to admit it, it was perfect. He was perfect but I would never tell him that because he hated me.

The next morning, I quitely sneak out of the house without waking him up. My heart was beating wildly and I couldn't still come to terms with it. I wasn't allowed to feel that way. He was my enemy.

When I got home I felt my phone vibrate

"Next time I'll tie you to my bed so you can't escape from me anymore."