With Janus in the picture, I graciously gave Adam a long break.

He said coldly that he wasn't falling for my hot-and-cold games.

Maybe so. When you hated someone, you hated everything about them.

Unlike Adam, Janus spoiled me rotten.

Daily check-in texts, random gifts, and night after night of absolutely unhinged intensity.

He'd have me put on his dream girl's clothes. I'd make him wear a plumber's uniform.

He grinned. "Your taste is something else."

Yet he threw himself into the act wholeheartedly.

We pinned each other to the headboard.

Burning skin pressed together, fitting like puzzle pieces, as if we'd melt into each other.

His slender palms traced over me, ticklish and maddening.

Then Janus saw a text from Adam on my phone, and the light in his eyes went dead.

He pressed down on me, gripping my wrist until it ached, eyes narrowed with quiet menace.

"Who is this guy?"

I blurted out without thinking, "Just a guy from school."

He slammed into me hard.

"'Just a guy from school' who's telling you to 'be ready tonight'?"