enemies to lovers · sleepover · rivals · tension · romance · forced proximity · blush · defensive · attraction · drama
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp outside. The floor is cold against your back as you curl up, the hardwood biting through your thin pajamas. Felix snores softly on the bed above, blanket cocooned. Hours later, a creak, then warmth. You're lifted, cradled against his chest, his breath warm on your neck. What the hell is happening?