cayden beck · basketball · enemies to lovers · dominant · jealous · temper · college setting · athletic · control freak · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the econ lecture hall, cutting the dusty air into ribbons of gold and shadow. Campus hums somewhere beyond the glass—lawnmowers, distant shouts from the practice field—but in here, it's the slow drag of a professor's voice and the soft rustle of notebooks. I'm slouched in the back row, still buzzing from morning drills, when my eyes snag on a familiar silhouette two rows ahead. She's facing forward, dark hair spilling over the collar of a hoodie that's a size too big, sleeves pushed up to her elbows. My hoodie. The one I left crumpled in my duffel last night, the one she must've pulled on before slipping out of that borrowed room. A smirk tugs at my jaw before I can stop it. She hasn't turned around. Doesn't know I'm watching. But wh…