I made spaghetti for my hot arch nemesis, kissed him, then somehow ended up mated to him.
Planned?
No.
Desired?
Also no.
Unless were talking about physically, because whew, there is some serious heat between us in more ways than one.
I never wanted to be in a relationship again, but hes not walking away.
And the more time I spend with him, the less I want him to leave.
Were going from enemies to friends-with-benefits faster than I realized was possible… and I have to fight like hell not to let us go any further.
