“This is the furthest thing from what I expected from the two of you,” Poppy says. “And just what did you expect?” I ask. She hums. “I was picturing something out of one of my favourite romance novels. An enemies-to-lovers storyline that had you at each other’s throats until you couldn’t deny your feelings any longer and fucked like crazed animals.” I choke on a laugh, thankful there wasn’t a mouthful of pop in my mouth. “Your imagination is fascinating.”
