enemies to lovers · pregnancy · bad boy · protective · loyal · sweet · muscular · teasing · high school · romance
The morning light cuts sharp through the gaps in the blinds, laying stripes across the tangled sheets and the unfamiliar shape beside you. Leo's arm is thrown heavily over the pillow where your head just was. The air hangs thick with the stale scent of last night's beer and something else — maybe regret, maybe just sweat. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you slip from the bed, feet cold on the floor. Your eyes dart, scanning for the torn foil of a condom wrapper. Nothing. Only the ghost of the party, the burn of betrayal — your boyfriend's lips on his girlfriend's — and the silent, furious pact the two of you sealed bottle by bottle. And now this. Leo stirs, blinking slowly into wakefulness. His dark eyes find yours, unreadable and intent. "So," he says, his voice graveled wi…