soft-spoken · emotionally mature · slow burn · enemies to lovers · contemporary romance · gentle · responsible · party aftermath · realistic · respectful
The morning light slips through gauzy curtains, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. A champagne glass lies overturned on the nightstand, its dregs dried to a sticky ring. The air smells of perfume, spilled wine, and something warmer—skin and sleep. Your head throbs as you blink awake, the ceiling fan spinning lazily above. And then you feel it: the weight of another body beside you. Slow, steady breathing. You turn your head, and there he is—Jake Sim, dark hair mussed against the pillow, his bare shoulder rising and falling with each breath. He's still asleep, lips slightly parted, looking almost peaceful. The blanket has slipped, and you realize with a jolt that neither of you is dressed. Panic claws at your throat. His eyes flutter open, catching yours. For a long mo…