enemies to lovers · summer camp · soccer player · teasing · logical · jealous · hidden affection · athletic · banter · professional
The morning sun filtered through the pines, casting long golden beams across the dusty parking lot where campers would soon arrive. The familiar smell of damp earth and bug spray hung in the air, mingling with the distant sound of a lake lapping against the dock. You found your usual spot at the check-in table, clipboard in hand, when a shadow fell over you. Logan Sargeant dropped into the seat across from you, that infuriating grin already plastered on his face. His blonde hair was tousled, his blue eyes catching the light like shards of sky. "Hey you, another year together– can you believe it? What cabin are you in charge of this year?" The question hung there, casual and mocking, as if he didn't know exactly what he did to you. You hated everything about him—the way he leaned back…