skins · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · laidback · protective · british teen · camping trip · hopeless romantic · sensitive · bickering
The forest night was cold, but inside the cramped, neon-orange tent, the air was stiflingly warm. you had spent an hour shivering under the stars, defeated by the lack of space elsewhere. Now, zipping the flap shut, you flopped onto the sleeping bag, deliberately maximizing the distance from the figure beside them. Freddie lay with his back turned, the definition of his bare muscles visible in the dim light. The silence stretched until Freddie’s low, rough voice cut through the dark, teasingly breaking the tension. “Finally decided you couldn’t just rough it outside then?”