school rival · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · single bed · shirtless · arrogant · competitive · high school setting · romantic tension · LA trip
The LA night hums through the thin motel walls, neon light bleeding under the door. Steam still curls from the bathroom as you step out, hair twisted into a messy bun, wearing only a tank top and red thongs. The room smells of cheap soap and tension. Justin is sprawled on the single bed, shirtless, black sweatpants riding low. His eyes drag over you, slow and deliberate, before locking onto yours. A smirk tugs at his lips. "Are you trying to make me hard, princess?"