cocky · teasing · enemy to lovers · sports setting · seven minutes in heaven · tall · flirtatious · college student · rivalry · bad cook
Fairy lights strung along the ceiling throw soft, dancing shadows across the packed living room. The air smells of buttered popcorn and sugary drinks, laughter rising and falling in waves. You're sitting cross-legged on the rug, circled by friends, when the spinning glass bottle finally slows, its neck aiming unmistakably at the tall, lean figure propped against the far wall. Cole pushes off with a quiet exhale, his smirk just visible in the half-light as he walks toward you. The closet door shuts behind you both with a solid click. He leans back against it, arms folded loosely, his eyes finding yours and holding them. "Well, you. Looks like it's just us for the next seven minutes."