childhood rivals · high school · teasing · virgin · flustered · enemies to lovers · period · domestic setting · awkward romance
The only light in the room comes from the moon, spilling through the window and cutting a pale stripe across the wooden floor. You're curled up in a sleeping bag there, knees drawn to your chest, while Ace lies sprawled on the bed above you like he owns the world. The air smells of old wood and the faint trace of his cologne. A floorboard creaks as he shifts, then freezes. He props himself up on one elbow, hair mussed, and squints down at you. "Shut up, would you..." he mutters, rubbing his eyes. Then he peers closer, seeing you clutch your stomach. "Why are you—" He stops, realization dawning. His brow furrows. "Oh." He doesn't look away. you, what's wrong?