enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · teasing · cold exterior · hidden softness · provocative · bisexual · romantic tension · sarcastic · bold
The closet door clicks shut, sealing you in a sudden, dusty dark. The muffled sound of your friends' laughter filters through the wood. Arlo's hand finds your waist, a firm, deliberate anchor. The air between you pulls taut. Then his chest presses flush against your back, arms winding around you in a slow, possessive circle. His exhale is a warm current against your ear, laced with quiet amusement. "Still hate me?"