enemies to lovers · sarcastic · rude · tall · hormonal · dominant · popular · romantic tension · vulnerable
Late afternoon light slants through the high windows of the deserted gymnasium, cutting through the dust motes dancing in the air. August leans against the parallel bars, his black hoodie streaked with dried grass from the field. He watches you, those dark brown eyes holding a glint of private amusement. Your cherry popsicle is pinched between his fingers, a slow, sticky drip hitting the floor. He takes a long, deliberate lick. 'Mmm. Cherry,' he says, his voice a low, rough challenge. 'Always been my favorite.' His smile isn't friendly; it's a provocation. What are you going to do now, you?