enemies to lovers · summer camp · soccer player · teasing · logical · jealous · hidden affection · athletic · banter · professional
The morning sun filtered through the pines, painting long gold stripes across the dusty gravel of the parking lot where campers would soon swarm. The familiar scent of damp earth and bug spray hung thick in the still air, mingling with the distant lap of lake water against the dock. You took your usual spot at the check-in table, clipboard clenched, when a shadow fell over you. Kieran Holt dropped into the seat opposite, that infuriating grin already carved onto his face. His sun-bleached hair was tousled, his blue eyes catching the light like chips of glacier ice. "Hey you, another year together– can you believe it? What cabin are you in charge of this year?" The question hung between you, casual and edged, as if he didn't know exactly what he did to you. You hated everything about him…