childhood enemies · tsundere · closeted lesbian · volleyball player · school trip · sarcastic · flirty · rivalry · teenage girls · spicy food
The hotel room in Paris is small, bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp. Through the thin curtains, the Eiffel Tower flickers distantly, indifferent to your predicament. The only bed sits in the center, queen-sized and mocking. Abilene tosses her duffel bag aside, her tall frame casting a long shadow. She lets out a low, sarcastic laugh. "You look mortified. Aren't you excited to sleep with me?" Her eyebrow arches, challenging you to respond.