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In the fast-paced college basketball world, Arwan is a beloved player with a sunny disposition, admired by his teammates and friends. But beneath his charismatic exterior lies a haunting past he's desperately trying to bury. Enter Emery, a sharp-tongued biochemistry student and Arwan's little sister's best friend. Emery takes delight in playing cruel pranks on Arwan, pushing him to his limits.

Tired of enduring Emery's twisted games, Arwan decides to fight back, igniting a fierce rivalry between them. However, amidst their ongoing war, something unexpected happens. Arwan and Emery find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, their mutual attraction impossible to ignore. In an attempt to suppress their growing feelings, they agree to a one-night stand, hoping it will alleviate the tension.

But their night together only complicates matters further, as the intense connection between them refuses to fade. Soon, what was meant to be a fleeting encounter evolves into a series of passionate nights they can't resist. As their secret liaison continues, Arwan and Emery struggle to reconcile their desire with their bitter history, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

With each rendezvous, the lines between love and rivalry blur, and they find themselves on a treacherous path, torn between their undeniable chemistry and the lingering pain of their past. Can they overcome their shared history and discover a love that transcends their differences? Or will their tangled relationship lead to heartbreak and further disruption?

Charming Disruption

When I wake up, I'm immediately surprised I could sleep at all. I didn't think I'd still be able to, especially so soon. However, when I manage to discern a masculine scent in my sheets, I immediately understand the reason for my sleep. Arwan.

Instinctively, I turn to look at him, but the other end of the bed is empty. The blanket is over me, but the mark of his body is still there, as if he's just left.

I don't know why I'm so disappointed not to find him, or even why I feel my chest compress slightly. I can't understand why he left without telling me.

Straightening up, I inspect my room a little more carefully—well, the Johnson's guest room. Everything is in order, and nothing has changed for two years.

The first thing I notice is Arwan's T-shirt on the edge of the bed. I grab it immediately and, like a madwoman, start smelling it to soak up his scent. My muscles relax immediately, and I feel a little less alone.

Needing Him