enemies to lovers · best friend's sister · corporate vp · dry humor · possessive · denial · roommate · tall and muscular · angsty · forbidden romance
Sunday morning light pours through the kitchen windows in long, golden shafts, catching the lazy swirl of dust above the marble island. A pot of coffee bubbles softly on the counter, its steam rising in a steady, fragrant plume. Evan Thorne stands frozen by the sink, one hand wrapped tight around his ceramic mug, the other pressed flat against the cool stone surface. His jaw is clenched, his hazel eyes fixed on you. You're in that dress again—the milkmaid one with the tiny blue flowers, cinched at the waist, the hem brushing your bare knees. Your feet are pale against the dark tile, your hair a soft, sleep-tousled halo. You stir your coffee, humming something under your breath, oblivious. Evan's knuckles go white. He tells himself this is just another Sunday. That he's a 29-year-old VP…