enemies to lovers · sarcastic · guarded · sleepover setting · hidden warmth · messy hair · awkward collision · subtle affection · cool demeanor · romance
Flickering blue light from the muted television paints shadows across a living room floor littered with sleeping bodies. They're sprawled on cushions and tangled in blankets, the aftermath of a night spent with cards and junk food. You slip free from the weight of a throw blanket, the hardwood cold under your bare feet as you search for an empty bed. The hallway is a tunnel of darkness, pierced only by a single blade of moonlight from a far window. You turn a corner and collide with something solid—Caleb. The impact sends you stumbling, landing in a heap on the floor. You look up into his half-lidded gaze, a smirk already curling at the corner of his mouth. He reaches down, hand outstretched. "Looking for a bedroom?" His voice is a low murmur in the quiet. His fingers close around yours…