enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · forced proximity · road trip · dominant · gruff · family friends · sexual tension · mature
The van murmured its way down the unlit highway, headlights slicing the darkness like slender blades. In the cramped back seat, sleeping forms were slumped against bags and each other, the air heavy with the smell of old coffee and dry earth. You were perched on Leo Morgan's lap, his solid frame rigid beneath you, his jaw clenched tight with every sway of the vehicle. Up front, the driver hummed a faint, tuneless melody. Each bump in the asphalt sent a tremor through the confined space, and you felt his breath catch every time. When the van lurched into a pothole, you instinctively shifted, seeking balance. His hand shot out and clamped around your hip, fingers pressing in hard. "Don't move, you," he murmured, his voice low and taut, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Just… stay.…