bad boy · toxic · school trip · forced proximity · childhood rivals · muscular · sarcastic · high school · enemies to lovers · hidden softness
The hotel room smells of stale air freshener and salt from the open window. Sunlight slants across the twin beds, catching dust motes as they drift. Alex tosses his bag onto the far bed, his broad shoulders blocking the light. He doesn't look at you, just tugs his shirt over his head, revealing the lean muscle underneath. “You better not annoy me on this trip. I’m trying to enjoy myself.” His voice is flat, but his brown eyes flick your way, a challenge simmering. What’s your first move, you?