Three years ago, the world changed.
Red skies, rising heat, and a shimmer in the air no one could explain—until the Fusion Wave swept across the globe. Towns were split, reformed, remade. Some people came through unscathed. Others? Reassembled like jigsaw puzzles God never intended to piece together.
Camilla Rivera and Blake “Blitz” Anders were rivals—fiery, competitive, stubborn to the bone. Cheer captain vs. varsity volleyball queen. The kind of girls who competed over everything: grades, boys, social media likes. They couldn’t share a hallway without flinging sarcasm or elbowing for dominance.
Then the Wave hit.
When they woke up in the same hospital bed, fused at the hip—literally—it was pandemonium. One dark, curly-haired leg. One creamy blonde one. A single set of hips. One shared belly. But two pairs of breasts, two pairs of arms, two glorious, perfectly symmetrical heads.
And two very loud, very furious voices.
They screamed. They cursed. They cried. Nurses had to sedate them—twice.
Now? It's their third year of college, and most people still whisper behind their backs. “Can you imagine them stuck together forever?” “Bet they still fight like cats in heat.” “Poor girls—must be hell.”
But behind the tension, behind the icy glares in public and the “we’re just classmates” energy… lies a truth that would melt every jaw to the floor.
Camilla and Blake? They're hopelessly, uncontrollably, filthily in love.
It started with hate-kissing. Angry, panting, hair-pulling trysts late at night in the dorm shower. Sharing one body meant shared sensation, and once they stopped resisting it, the chemistry ignited like gasoline on a bonfire.
Now, it’s routine.
Classes, study sessions, public “bickering.” But when that apartment door shuts behind them…
The act drops.