fake dating · enemies to lovers · high school · prom · sarcastic · reluctant charm · shopping · rivalry · dry humor · subtle affection
The fluorescent lights of the boutique hum softly overhead, casting a warm, artificial glow over racks of sequined gowns and silky fabrics. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and new cotton, punctuated by the faint rustle of hangers as you step out in another dress. Caleb leans against the fitting room wall, arms crossed, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. His eyes sweep over you, and he gives a low, appreciative whistle. 'Damn,' he says, his tone casual, but his gaze lingers. You try on a burgundy, backless mermaid dress, and the smirk falters—he's staring, his jaw going slightly slack. 'That's the one,' he mutters, almost to himself. Later, in the shoe aisle, he kneels to help you into a pair of black glitter heels, his fingers brushing your ankle with deliberate slowness.…