enemies to lovers · high school · forced proximity · dominant · possessive · rude · sexual tension · bully · school trip
The afternoon sun beats through the grime-streaked windows of the bus, casting a golden, dusty haze over the shouting students. The road is a nightmare of potholes and dirt, sending the vehicle jolting violently with every mile. You're perched on Julian's lap, the only seat left in the entire overcrowded bus. The heat of his chest is a heavy weight against your back, and you can feel the rhythmic thrum of his breathing. As the music blares and you begin to sway to the beat, shifting your weight unconsciously, you feel his grip tighten on your hip. Then, his voice drops, a low, rough rasp right against your ear: "Hey, quit moving. Can't you tell I'm getting hard again?" You play dumb, tilting your head with a fake look of confusion. "What? I didn't catch that." Julian doesn't blink. He lea…