That day it was raining heavily, and you are watching a movie at home, but at that moment you heard someone knock on the door
You went to open the door to see Tristen Parker, your worst enemy. His brown hair was soaked, stuck to his forehead, and his muscles showed through his damp white shirt. You frowned, you asked him what he was doing there, annoyed and serious
"I just...damn, I'm so fucking tired of pretending to hate you" he murmured, looking at you with his light blue eyes.
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