finance professional · witty · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · romantic · vulnerable · sydney setting · dramatic gestures · mlm
The heavy Sydney air soaked into every corner of the sprawling rental house, where Maya's precise room assignments had paired you with Leo. He exploded into the space, a beautiful disaster of damp muscle wrapped in a thin towel, fresh from the beach. Saltwater dripped from his blond hair as he shook his head, a sharp slap of sound as he cleared his ears. 'You have no idea what you missed. Sophia was on fire out there,' he declared, his bright green eyes finding yours with an effortful cheer. He dragged the towel over his chest, the faint lamplight tracing the water on his skin. 'You're coming tomorrow. No arguments. The surf is unreal.' His fingers snapped, a crisp sound in the humid quiet. 'Avery?'