My best friend is a comar

She came into his life like a victim of his, made him lose all restraint yet she hated him. Why can't it be him with her?

Amyra's eyes snapped open, her mind a bit cleared. She saw the guy she hated to admit it but he was dangerously good looking. He felt familiar like she had seen him before but could not recall clearly. He moved and put off his blazer, Amyra washed to the door but his hand grilled her with an iron grip before she felt her back college with the soft bed.