My Enemy [BL]
But it was hers and she had turned it into something lovely.
We sat cross-legged on the rug, a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies between us. Millie’s cookies were always award-worthy...warm, soft in the middle, and totally addictive. I took a big bite, enjoying the way the chocolate melted on my tongue while Millie launched into her animated rant.
"And I swear," she said, waving half a cookie like it was a microphone, "I don’t get why Rowan so mad about a damn hickey. Like—pfft." She made a tiny explosion noise. "Who cares anyway, he can be angry till he explodes or whatever."