Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance

“Still hate me?” I whispered, lacing my fingers with Jules’s.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed my hand. “Always.”

New Zealand was a fantasy; D.C. was reality.

Still hate me?” I whispered, lacing my fingers with Jules’s.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed my hand. “Always.”

I smiled. “Good.”

Told you that was going to be amazing.”

“I don’t know if amazing is the right word. I saw my life flash before my eyes

“But it was worth it for that kiss alone.”

“Spiderman and Mary Jane have nothing on us.”

“Absolutely not.”

We also moved in together last month so we could maximize our time together between our crazy schedules. We compromised on the commute by choosing a house halfway between her office and the hospital.

I captured her mouth in a kiss, distracting her from the rope’s recoil.

Her muscles tensed, but they relaxed again when I deepened the kiss and tightened a protective arm around her waist. She didn’t scream again on our way down.

Pride bloomed in my chest

Jules’s scream mingled with my exhilarated laugh.

Fuck, I missed this. The adrenaline. The rush. The feeling of being so alive that the entire world lit up around you.

But it wasn’t just the bungee jump. It was the fact I was experiencing it with Jules. No one and nothing could make me feel as alive as she did.