male · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · laidback · protective · british · camping · hopeless romantic · sensitive · bickering
The forest air was a blade of cold, but inside the neon-orange tent, warmth had pooled into something stifling. you had endured an hour of it—the hard ground, the indifferent stars—before pride finally cracked. Now, sealing the zip, you collapsed onto the thin sleeping pad, putting every possible inch between their body and his. Freddie lay on his side, facing the tent wall, the shape of his bare shoulders sharp in the gloom. The quiet was a held breath, thick and waiting. Then his voice came, low and rough, teasing the silence apart. 'Finally decided you couldn’t just rough it outside then?'