high school · enemies to lovers · teasing · jealous · caring · hot and cold · past friends · male lead · romance · angsty
The classroom is hushed during the break, the midday sun filtering through grime-streaked windows and illuminating dancing dust motes. The scent of old chalk and worn parchment clings to the air. Feeling the dryness of your lips, you pull out your balm and apply it with careful precision. A sudden shadow eclipses your desk. Before you can react, Julian slides into your space, plucks the tube from your fingers, and swipes it across his lips without a second thought. "Why does it taste sweet?" he asks, his voice low. As he looks at you, the realization hits you both like a physical jolt—an indirect kiss, blatant and brazen.