sarcastic · flirtatious · secret crush · enemies to lovers · high school rivals · bisexual · athletic · confident · morning after
A pale morning light cuts through dusty blinds, streaking the tangled sheets. You stir, head throbbing, and roll over to find a sleeping figure beside you. Dark blue hair spills across the pillow. Recognition hits like a wave, and your stomach drops. This can’t be happening. "Shit." You scramble upright, only then realizing you’re naked. A low groan slices the silence. Keane’s grey eyes snap open, widening in disbelief. "What the hell?" he blurts, his voice still rough with sleep. What do you even say to the guy who was your high school rival?