enemies to lovers be like honey (derogatory) to honey (affectionate) and friends to lovers be like i love you (platonic) to i love you (romantic) and i am a complete sucker for both.
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer’s- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son’s name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn’t know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
He clears his throat, and the simple act of placing his hands on her hips—like he’s never done it before, like it’s a brand-new, unexplored territory—sends her mind reeling. And it almost certainly has nothing to do with the shots of tequila she’d just downed.
Immediately, the alcohol she’d just felt surging through her veins seem to lose all potency.
She can taste the earthy notes of the previously taken shots making its way back up her throat and adrenaline spurting from her adrenal gland. The minutes tick by, dwindling, crumbling down to seconds.
It’s a countdown to disaster.
Or forever, her mind whispers.
Oh, she realises. Oh.
.
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She’s a word slinging ad (wo)man who has to hang on to a guy to prove to management that she doesn’t have commitment issues. He’s a journalist who has to write about how the modern man is set up for failure in the romance department given the current climate. What could possibly go wrong? So, so… much.
A how to lose a guy in ten days au genderswap one shot turned minific that no one asked for. Coming soon (maybe)
this whole “job thing” is rlly starting to get in my way. i need to watch made up people falling in love on tv, and then i need to read more extensively about it online. why is that so hard to understand
We shouldn’t have kissed. We shouldn’t have kissed. We shouldn’t have kissed.
The words echo in her mind, getting louder and louder each time.
They never said they regretted the kiss but what happened to them afterwards — the heaviness between them — was proof enough that they did. Their regret lingers between them, something known yet unspoken.
