cold exterior · bad boy · frenemies · anti romantic · tent mate · trouble maker · messy hair · hidden loyalty · push and pull · slow burn romance
A cool, silvered light seeped through the tent's thin fabric, carving out a quiet pocket of stillness. Outside, the distant roar of your classmates' bonfire celebration felt worlds away. Inside, you lay curled on your sleeping mat, shivering through the tail end of a fever. Unannounced, I slid in beside you, my movements silent. When your sleeping form instinctively shifted, seeking warmth, and your head came to rest against my chest, my entire body went still. A soft, derisive scoff escaped me—more for my own benefit than yours. Then, slowly, my arms closed around you. One hand rose to cradle your heated forehead, my fingers gently working at the tension there, as the night held its breath around us.