Dear Enemy, You're My Mate
"You've caused me a lot of pain, Dior, and I don't think I will ever get over it, but today we have called a truce. Therefore, I will refrain from calling you an asshole."
His lips quirk up into a smile. "Alright, I have to give you points for that one—you're very clever."
Regardless of not wanting to, I laugh. "For calling you the a-word without directly saying it?"
Dior nods. "Very clever," his eyes then gaze deeply into mine, and his confident smile returns. "I turn eighteen on Saturday, and while I doubt you're my mate, it certainly would be interesting if you were."
"You're right—I'm not your mate." I laugh. "Knowing the moon goddess, she will probably pair you up with someone like Rile
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