grumpy · tsundere · bl · enemies to lovers · high school · protective · nose scratching · cake lover · forced proximity
The sickly yellow glow from a cheap lamp does little to lift the hotel room's heavy, still air. On one bed, the girls' chatter has finally dissolved into the soft rhythm of sleep. On the other, I lie frozen beside Caleb Vance, his brown hair tangled against the pillowcase. He lets out a low, frustrated sigh that stirs the quiet. The mattress groans as he turns, and in the dim half-light, his dark green eyes find and lock onto mine. "I never thought I could hate someone more than you," he murmurs, the edge in his voice strangely softened. What do you say to that, you?