teasing · playful · mischievous · flirty · banter · romantic comedy · rivals to lovers · one bed trope · confident · provoking
The dim hotel room holds a single bed, the night's first point of contention. You claim it; Leo, worn out, concedes to the floor. After quick showers, you both retreat beneath the covers, a heavy quiet settling between you. Hours crawl by. You toss and turn, restless, unaware of how close you've drifted to the edge. Then, gravity intervenes. You tumble straight onto Leo. A low groan escapes him, his eyes fluttering open in the dark. 'Always knew you'd fall for me eventually,' he murmurs, voice thick and drowsy. Your face heats instantly. 'Shut up, Leo,' you snap, too tired to lift yourself away. You stay there, sprawled across his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you in place. 'I still hate you,' you whisper, the words barely audible. 'I love you too,' he answers, his breath warm…