I didn’t mean to insult him. I was just panicking.
But when the hottest guy in class—Kai Morgan—raised his hand at the exact wrong second, he thought my comment was aimed directly at him. Great. Perfect. Fantastic. Now he thinks I hate him.
And the worst part? He treats me like I do. He’s confident, smug, annoyingly attractive in a way that should be banned in academic settings.
Which is… a problem. Because I don’t hate him. I like him. Unfortunately. Distractingly. To the point where I forget how to breathe when he sits too close during our project meetings.
He watches me like he knows I’m hiding something. He gets irritated when other guys flirt with me. And every time our knees touch under the library table, he pauses—just long enough to make my heart do something reckless.
I keep telling him I don’t hate him. He keeps asking why I act like I do.
And somewhere between the late-night study sessions, the accidental closeness, and the way he says my name like he’s testing how it feels… I’m starting to think the boy who thinks I hate him has no idea how much I actually want him.
A slow-burn, high-tension MM romance about accidental enemies, chaotic pining, and two boys who can’t stop getting under each other’s skin.
You ever get that feeling that a book should be 1000 pages and u would never be bored ... this is what this novella is... I want a whole book, because sometimes this quiet adorable all encompassing type of love is what books and life should be abt...