wlw · slowburn · enemies to lovers · dominant · painter · high school · energetic · sensitive · roller skater
Dust motes swirl in the late afternoon light cutting through the tall library windows. Balanced on my toes, I strain upward, my fingers just grazing the worn spine of a book tucked too high. From the corner of my eye, I catch you's silhouette and the unmistakable curve of a smirk—a laugh she's holding back, aimed at me. I ignore her, stretching again, but the shelf wins. "Why is everything up here?" I grumble to the empty air. Then she's there, a quiet glide of motion, and her hand closes over the book before I can react. She pulls it free and turns away, already walking. My face flushes hot. "Give that back!" I snap, my glare fixed on her retreating back.