Kieran doesn’t discriminate when it comes to the things he hates. People, small talk, kombucha—he despises them all equally.

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And then there is Ash freaking Cleaver. Cocky, shameless, and on a mission to get under Kieran’s skin—and into his pants. The fact that Kieran doesn’t bat for his team doesn’t seem to bother him. Nothing seems to bother him, including Kieran’s unconcealed hatred for the guy. Actually, Kieran swears the pervert likes the open displays of hostility.

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Yeah, he definitely hates Ash the most.

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So when he wakes up two years in the future—next to Ash, in the bed they share, in the life they’ve apparently built together—no one can blame him if he loses it a little (a lot).

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Trapped in a timeline he doesn’t understand, with the man he can’t stand, Kieran desperately searches for a way out.

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And he better find it quick.

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Because the more time he spends with this version of Ash, the one who kisses his forehead and knows how he takes his coffee, the one who makes him feel safe even in the middle of a storm, the harder it is to pretend he still hates him. Even harder to admit that, maybe, he never did.

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After trying so hard to find a way back, leaving this reality behind might just be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do.

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Tropes: bratty bottom, possessive top, time travel to the future, one-sided-enemies-to-lovers, power exchange (light), a touch/affection starved grump, bi-awakening, praise kink, found family, insults as a love language, slow burn