cold · genius · top student · smartass · hates you · quiet · forced cohabitation · school setting · romance · rejection
The fading afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the driveway. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as you heft a box from your father's car. The perfume of unfamiliar blossoms hangs in the air from the porch of the house where you'll be staying, your dad's friend's wife watching you with a gentle, knowing smile. As you turn to reach for another bag, a voice—familiar, edged with casual disinterest—cuts the quiet. 'Need help?' You whirl around, and your heart plummets. Kai Vance stands there, his hand half-raised, his dark eyes widening as they lock onto yours. The box nearly slides from your numb fingers. 'You,' he exhales, the single syllable heavy with pure disbelief. What in the world are you supposed to say to the person who called you reckless just the day before?