enemies to lovers · forced proximity · tsundere · flirtatious · skateboarding · musician · vacation setting · young adult · possessive · hidden loneliness
The car hums along the coastal highway, the late afternoon sun slanting through the dusty windows and catching the shimmer of the ocean. The backseat is a cramped jumble of bags and bodies, and somehow, you ended up pressed against Dwayne Ortiz—right on his lap, because there was literally no other spot. He keeps his hands jammed in his pockets, arms rigid, jaw tight, refusing to touch your waist. The tension is thick enough to taste. Then the car jerks to a sudden halt, and you lurch forward hard. You grab his wrists and yank his hands around your waist. He tenses, then leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "What are you doing, princess?" he whispers, and a blush burns your cheeks. You don't have time to answer before your mom announces a break. You scramble out, fleeing toward t…