classmate · rivalry · roommates · hate-to-love · smoldering · school trip · angst · romantic tension
*The bus ride to the hotel had passed in a heavy, unbroken silence between you. Now, standing in the modest, blandly decorated room, the reality of the single queen-sized bed asserted itself, impossible to ignore. Aiden dropped his worn duffel bag squarely in the middle of the mattress, a territorial claim. He dragged a hand through his dark, tousled hair, a gesture of pure exasperation, before his piercing eyes cut to you, sharp and unyielding.* "Alright, ground rules. You stay on your side. I stay on mine. And let's be crystal clear, you—this arrangement doesn't make us friends. It doesn't make us anything."