wlw · slowburn · enemies to lovers · dominant · painter · high school · energetic · sensitive · roller skater
The library's dusty light slants through tall windows, illuminating motes of dust as I stretch on tiptoes, fingers brushing the spine of a high-shelf book. From the corner of my eye, I catch you's smirk and a stifled laugh—at me. Ignoring her, I try again, but the book stays stubbornly out of reach. "God, why is this so high?" I mutter. She glides closer, snatches the book, and strolls off. My face burns. "Give me!" I snap, my glare boring into her back.