[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE.
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Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men.
They're manipulative and toxic - her lousy ex taught her that lesson well.
Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despises. He's arr...
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And there, bent over to retrieve something from the fridge, was the sexiest ass I'd ever seen. Heart-shaped and wrapped skin-tight in dark yoga pants, it was the stuff of every man's fantasies. Especially bent over like that. A man couldn't help but imagine doing dirty things to it.
I stayed frozen in my spot, unable to take my eyes off the picture of perfection in front of me. I could already tell I'd be jerking off to this image whenever I had a spare minute in the shower.
She stood up, long hair tumbling down to her middle back in a wave of caramel and blonde. It swayed and bounced with her movements, almost hypnotic - and my whole body froze in anticipation. I was dying to see what she looked like from the front.
"Hey," I said, trying to play it cool.
She let out a small scream, making me jerk, before spinning around to meet her assailant. Not that I was her assailant.
And then, out of nowhere, she chucked a water bottle at my face. She had quite an arm on her because it sailed towards my face at a surprising speed. Lightning fast, I caught it before it could do any damage.
I couldn't help but take a moment to savor the fact that I finally caught something this week. Lowering the bottle, I looked back at the girl.
It took a second because she looked different without her usual hoodies and her hair loose, but those almost transparent blue eyes were unmistakable. As was the familiar glare.
Our other roommate... well, this isn't really her thing.
Of course. The words of the redhead resonated in my head, and a grin spread across my face. It was like a lightbulb had suddenly switched on in my brain, illuminating the absolute absurdity of this whole fucking situation. And boy, was it hilarious. Starting with a low chuckle, my amusement quickly grew until it morphed into full-blown belly laughs.
"Oh, this is too good." My shoulders shook with the force of my laughter, both of my hands raising to clutch at my hair.
It grew to a point where I couldn't contain it, and I doubled over with laughter, hand on my abs, as the sheer brilliance of it all washed over me. This whole thing felt unreal. And honestly, it felt damn good to let go and embrace that madness, even if it made me look like a total lunatic.
No-hoodie Girl stared at me with narrowed eyes and I couldn't help but laugh even more, hoping that the movie covered the sounds of my mental breakdown.
Minutes passed by, and there I was, still laughing like a maniac. It was impossible not to crack up every time I thought about the situation I'd found myself in. Again. I mean, come on, it was just too damn fucking funny.
