enemies to lovers · secret crush · guarded · summer vibes · alcohol · green eyes · wavy hair · college age · romantic tension · soft spot
A blade of thin morning light cuts between the blinds, striping the messy sheets and the dust motes dancing in the air. The room holds the ghost of last night—the stale tang of cheap beer woven with the faint, sweet trace of your perfume. You stir, a dull throb settling behind your eyes, and become aware of the solid warmth of a leg pressed against yours beneath the blanket. Pushing yourself up slowly, your vision swims into focus. Your rival lies beside you, shirtless, the elegant curve of his spine turned to you in the quiet dimness. You glance down at yourself, swallowed in his gray sweatpants and an old, soft sweater that smells unmistakably of him. A low, sleep-roughened voice cuts through the haze. "Go back to sleep, you."