⭐️ 4/5 — They fought, they flirted, they fumbled, they fucked, they fell in love. The end. 😌💥❤️🔥
🌶 2/5 — Who knew hate-boning your nemesis could lead to character development? 💀🍆💦
💭 My Rambling 💭
My very first Becca Steele book, and damn, what a ride 🥰 It’s enemies to lovers and double bi-awakening, aka the combo that can either ruin my heart 💔 or make me giggle like an idiot 😆. Normally, I don’t jump into enemies to lovers unless the stars align, my soul’s at peace, and my emotional armor’s on—because that kind of animosity? It HURTS. And when they hurt each other, it’s like I’m the third main character just sitting there, clutching my chest like, “WHY AM I IN PAIN TOO???” 😭
But this one? This one didn’t stab me too deep. Just a few paper cuts here and there—the fun kind 😌✂️ Mostly, it’s cute, fun, and a little chaotic in the best way. Emphasis on MOSTLY, because there was a part where my heart got ripped out of my fucking chest, stomped on, and handed back to me like, “Thanks for reading.” 🫀💔🥴
Still… Levi and Asher? Ugh, I love those boys! 🥹💘 I was smiling, kicking my feet, rolling my eyes, and occasionally yelling at my e-reader like some unhinged sports mom. They were rivals, idiots, softies, disasters, and I loved (almost 😝) every single second. 🩵⚽️
⚔️ Phase One: They Fight Like It’s a Contact Sport 🤜🏻🤛🏻
Quote:
“You’re nothing but Highnam scum. A bully with not even two brain cells to rub together, on a loser team. Your little world is so sad that you have to try and provoke me just to make your pathetic life feel a bit better.” The contempt in his eyes froze me in place. “Tell me, Ten. Does it make you feel good to come here and—”
“Fucking shut up!” Shoving at him, I knew I’d properly lost my composure this time, but somehow he’d managed to push my buttons, and now I was just as angry as he was. “You brought this on yourself. If you hadn’t been such an asshole in the first place, maybe things wouldn’t have escalated.”
💭 God, these two are so damn dramatic (like me 🤭) I thought I was watching a soap opera on steroids 💀 Every word’s a dagger, every glare could ignite a small forest fire. They don’t argue—they duel to the death with insults as weapons and egos the size of Jupiter 🪐 Like please, boys, CALM DOWN BEFORE SOMEONE NEEDS EMOTIONAL CPR 😩😵💫
🔥 Phase Two: The "Wait... Are We Actually Hot for Each Other?" Era 😳📞
Quote:
Why do you fuck with my head like this?” I pressed the heel of my hand down onto my dick in a failed attempt at willing it into submission.
“I’m not doing it on purpose. Why do you fuck with mine?”
“I don’t know.” How could I explain what I didn’t even understand myself?
He sighed. “I’m going now. See you Sunday.”
“Leave me here with a hard-on, thanks.”
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. I did not mean to say that.
A choked noise came through the phone. “Ten. You got hard from talking to me?”
I remained silent. I’d already said too much. My hand snaked down into my underwear, and I gripped my cock.
“I’m hard too.” His voice was breathless.
💭 Now the battlefield’s on fire and it’s below the belt 😏😝 One minute they’re pissed off, the next they’re confessing hard-ons over the phone like it’s some accidental therapy session gone very, very wrong. 😂 The confusion is DELICIOUS—they have no damn clue what’s happening, only that they can’t not react to each other anymore. It’s CHAOS, it’s HORNY, it’s denial sprinkled with a healthy dose of OH SHIT, THIS IS HAPPENING. 🤣 Basically, rage just evolved into sexual tension’s final boss. 💥🔥😈
💞 Phase Three: The “Wait… Are We Actually Doing Feelings Now?” Stage 😳💘
Quote:
“I really, really like you.” My voice came out all raspy, and I cleared my throat. “I’m pretty fucking obsessed with you, actually.”
“Yeah?” he said softly, staring at me with those gorgeous grey eyes. There was a flush to his cheeks. “I’m pretty fucking obsessed with you, too, Asher.”
“Yeah?” I had to clear my throat again, trying to dislodge the sudden lump. “Do you…do you wanna come back to mine after I’m done here?”
💭 Okay but stop it 😭 this is the kind of soft confession that makes your insides do that stupid little flutter thing. 🦋💘 They went from throwing insults to tripping over their words like two lovesick idiots, and I’m eating it up. 🤌🏻😋 The mutual “I’m pretty fucking obsessed with you”?? Yeah, that line single-handedly melted my cynical heart. 😍 It’s awkward, sweet, and stupidly adorable—like watching two reformed cocky menaces realize they’re soulmates. 🥹💞♾️
💔 Phase Four: The “Oh Shit, It’s Not Just a Game Anymore” Breakdown 😭
Quote:
A choked cry tore from my lips, and I fell to my knees next to Asher’s prone body, cradling his head in my hands. He was soaked through, covered in mud, his clothes torn and his face bruised and battered. Cuts bled from his swelling lip and his cheek, and one of his eyes was swollen shut.
“Asher. Oh, fuck. Asher.” Brushing his wet hair away from his face, I curled over him, my voice dropping to a panicked whisper. “Baby, wake up.” I didn’t even realise I was crying until I felt the tears on my cheeks, hot against the freezing winter air.
💭 THIS. FUCKING. SCENE. 😭 Like hello?? Who gave Becca Steele the right to stomp on my heart in steel-toed boots?! One second we’re all enemies-to-lovers fluff and flirty chaos, and the next I’m on the floor ugly crying with Levi. 🫠😭
The panic, the desperation, the “Baby, wake up”—yeah, that line sent me straight to EMOTIONAL HELL. 😫😭 You feel every ounce of love and fear pouring out of him. It’s not enemies, it’s not rivals—this is real. Becca really said “You wanted pain? Bet.” 💔🥲
🌶🥵 The Spice: My Dick in You or Yours in Me? 🍆💦
Quote:
“Two fingers now. My dick’s so hard for you. Do you think you can take another?”
“Yeah.” His voice was wrecked. “You don’t even know…”
“You’re gonna do this to me next time.”
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“I fucking love your cock.” One swipe of his tongue, followed by his hot, wet mouth closing over the head, and I was fucking undone.
“Ash, fuck. No. I won’t last.” I tugged at his hair urgently, and he released me with an obscene pop, swiping his tongue across his lips, catching the bead of precum on his bottom lip.
“You wanna fill me with your cock, baby?”
“Yes.”
💭 You know a book’s about to go feral when that line drops 😌🔥 Like, enemies? Over. Rivals? Irrelevant. These two are too busy deciding whose dick goes where. 🤭 The tension that started with fists flying ended with moans echoing, and I was living for every filthy, chaotic second. It’s hot, it’s hilarious, and it’s the perfect payoff to all that angst—Becca Steele said let’s give them trauma bonding with a side of vers energy, and I said, ”Yes ma’am, thank you very much.” 🙏🏻💀
📝 TLDR 📝
Give this one a go if you’re into:
⚔️ Enemies to lovers but make it flirty banter and accidental obsession ❤️🔥
💞 Double bi-awakening with equal parts confusion and “oh shit, I like him” moments 😳
🧠 Smart-ass rivalry energy where fights and insults are just foreplay 😏
😤 Medium angst—just enough to make your heart ache, not enough to destroy your will to live 💀
🏫 High school setting with rival schools, secret hookups, and oh-so-sweet forbidden vibes 🫦
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Quotes: ⚠️ Spoilers ⛔️
I didn’t even know why I was trying to persuade him to stay. On the list of people I wanted to spend time with, he was right at the bottom, underneath several serial killers.
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“What the fuck are we doing?”
“Fuck knows. I still hate you.”
“Still mutual,” he murmured against my lips before I ended the conversation with another kiss. I widened my legs, and he settled between them.
Fucking hell.
His cock slid against mine, and I gasped into his mouth. He rolled his hips tentatively, a groan tearing from his lips as I arched up into him.
“Fuck. This is…fuck,” he panted.
“Yeah. Don’t stop.”
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“I’m not gay,” I gasped as he moved to mouth at my jaw while his hips continued to grind down, a rhythm that had my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Me neither.” His teeth scraped across my skin, followed by his tongue. “Still hate you.”
“Still hate you.” My short nails scraped down his scalp as I matched his rhythm.
“This feels so fucking good.” He buried his face in my neck, biting at my throat in a way that made my dick throb.
Everything about him was hot. And hard.
I never wanted it to end.
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Me: I have many skills that you’ve never even seen. Maybe if your good I’ll show you some
Seven: *you’re
Seven: What kind of skills?
For fuck’s sake. Now my mind was going to a place it had no business going to.
Me: FIGHTING SKILLS
Me: Also stop correcting my fucking grammar
Seven: No need to shout
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“I don’t want to go back to being enemies again.”
His gaze softened. “I still really want to punch you. But I don’t want to be your enemy anymore.”
-
Fuck, the way he was looking at me…
My heart was pounding, my dick was hard, and butterflies or moths or whatever that fluttering thing was were going mad inside me.
I really liked this guy. And I didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up.
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“So. I always wanted to mess around with someone in the back row of the cinema.”
“Ash…”
“I want to suck you off. Are you gonna let me?”
“What you do to me…fuck. I’m not going to turn down a blowjob from you.”
“Good.”
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“I can handle it, whatever happens,” I promised him. “You don’t need to worry about me.”
The distressed expression remained on his face, so I untangled my legs from his and carefully shifted across the cramped space so that I was face to face with him. “I can handle it.”
His hands slid up, stroking across the back of my neck. “I don’t want you to have to handle it. I don’t want to be worrying if someone’s going to jump you. I…I care about you.”
“Levi…” I buried my face in his throat, unable to meet his eyes. “I care about you,” I mumbled against his hoodie.
-
I wanted to put Asher Henderson in his place. In my bed. Under me, on top of me, whatever he wanted. As long as he was there with me.
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“Ash…don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
How one person’s smile could be so innocent and so evil at the same time, I had no idea. It was a skill.
“Okay! Fifteen minutes and everyone needs to leave,” I announced loudly to the room in general.
Asher kicked me.
“Ten minutes!”
Groans of protest echoed around the room, but because they were good friends, they didn’t complain too much. We’d all been hanging out here for the past few hours, anyway. Now it was getting late, my boyfriend was horny, and I wanted him to ride my dick.
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“Remember the first time you got me on your bed?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. “I wanted you so much, even then.”
I turned my head to kiss him, a soft, slow slide of his lips against mine. “Yeah. I wanted you too.”
“And now you have me.” He shifted closer, and my arm curved around his back.
“And you have me.”
My bedroom was dark, but I felt his smile against my lips. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.” Lying here, with the warmth of his body pressed against me, knowing that he’d be the first thing I saw in the morning when I woke, I smiled. We’d started out as rivals, and it had been a rough journey at times, but it had been totally worth it to get to where we were today. Asher was it for me. When you found your soulmate, no matter how young or old you were, you knew—and I knew with everything in me that he was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And I knew it was the same for him.
I let my eyes close, happy.
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"You want me with you?"
"Yeah, I do. Always."
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⚠️ Detailed spoilers below ⛔️
RC and MCs:
7️⃣🔟 MM, vers
7️⃣🔟 Asher Henderson 18yo and Levison Woodford 18yo
7️⃣🔟 Asher: Captain of the Highnam Academy football team. Wears number 10.
7️⃣🔟 Levi: Captain of the Alstone High football team. Wears number 7.
7️⃣🔟 Asher: Dark brown hair, brown eyes, toned body, slightly taller than Levi
7️⃣🔟 Levi: Ash brown hair, grey eyes, toned body
Genre and tropes:
7️⃣🔟 MM contemporary romance
7️⃣🔟 New adult
7️⃣🔟 Sports romance (football/soccer)
7️⃣🔟 Enemies to lovers
7️⃣🔟 Double bi-awakening
7️⃣🔟 Rich/poor dynamic (Levi/Asher)
7️⃣🔟 Secret relationship
7️⃣🔟 Mutual protectiveness
7️⃣🔟 Virgin gay
7️⃣🔟 First times
7️⃣🔟 Fighting as foreplay
7️⃣🔟 Pet names: Baby
Safety info:
7️⃣🔟 Angst: Medium
7️⃣🔟 OPD: Asher has a ex-girlfriend (Talia) who's also his best friend. They interacted purely as friends.
7️⃣🔟 Cheating/sharing: No
7️⃣🔟 Third act breakup: No
7️⃣🔟 Ending: HEA
7️⃣🔟 Epilogue: Yes (7 years later)
7️⃣🔟 POV: Dual, 1st person
7️⃣🔟 Series structure: Standalone
Spice and kinks:
Dry humping to completion, semi-public sex (in a car), handjob, frotting, cum as lube, public sex (in a movie theater, discreet, no audience), blowjob, fingerfucking, anal sex (condom to bareback), rimming (off-page), sex toy (butt plug used off-page)
CW/TW:
Rivalry violence including physical fights and vandalism, injuries, explicit sexual content, confusion around sexual identity, mentions of some recreational drugs (weed), alcohol consumption, brief mentions of homophobia