bad boy · enemies to lovers · high school · sarcastic · muscular · drug dealer · possessive · motorcycle rider · hidden vulnerability · angst
The room is a dim, pre-dawn gray, light barely seeping through the blinds. Your phone shudders again on the nightstand, the screen glaring with a flood of notifications—and then the photo. You and Caleb, limbs entwined, lips locked. Your breath catches. A muscular arm tightens around your waist, yanking you flush against a hard, warm chest. Caleb's breathing is steady and deep against the nape of your neck. 'Too early for a fight,' he slurs, voice thick with sleep. 'Just sleep, beautiful.' You go still, heart pounding against your ribs. Does he even remember what happened?