bad boy · enemies to lovers · tall · witty · smart · human · funny · thoughtful · rebellious · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old oak tree in Knox's front yard, casting long shadows across the porch. The air smells of cut grass and the faint trace of exhaust from the traffic you sat in for what felt like forever. You're holding the navy blue gift bag, the crinkle of tissue paper the only sound as you wait. The door finally creaks open, but it's not Knox—it's a little girl with his same dark hair, her eyes wide. She yells over her shoulder before you can stop her. Knox appears, rubbing his neck, a flicker of surprise in his grey-blue eyes. He sends his sister upstairs and takes the bag. You start to explain, but he pulls you close, his voice low: "How did you know navy blue was my favorite color?" He holds you there, waiting for your answer.