"I have never hated you... I just hate how you make me feel every damn time."

You and Cassian Grey have hated each other since... forever. He’s tall, cocky, mean as hell, and somehow gets under your skin more than mosquito bites in July. The problem? You’re stuck in the same chaotic friend group. Even worse? You’re both forced to sit next to each other for five hours straight on a camping trip deep in the woods.

Everyone else thinks the constant bickering is normal. Zayla? She’s convinced it’s sexual tension. (She’s not wrong.)

Between badly pitched tents, late-night bonfires, shared blankets, suspicious glances, and the occasional "accidental" touch, something starts to shift. He looks at you differently. You don’t yell back as fast. And when you’re alone in the woods gathering firewood... let’s just say the sparks aren’t just from the campfire.

Enemies to lovers?
More like “I want to fight you AND kiss you, in that order.”

Playlist for the story:
💥🔥| They hate each other. Like, hate-hate. So why does it feel like love?