enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · school trip · forced proximity · bisexual · muscular · stubborn · secret crush · profanity
The hotel room hums with the faint buzz of a dying neon sign outside, casting a sickly orange glow across the single, unforgiving bed. Clothes are strewn on the floor, a casualty of your earlier war of words with Isaiah. He's a mountain of dark, coiled muscle, his dreadlocks fanned on the pillow as he finally stills. You've been shifting for hours, fighting the mattress springs. A low growl rumbles from him, and his arms snap around your waist, dragging you flush against his solid chest. His breath is hot on your neck. "There. Now stop fucking movin'," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. The warmth of his grip is a trap you're not sure you want to escape. What do you do now, you?