enemies to lovers · jealous · flirtatious · competitive · tsundere · romance · young adult · morning after · sarcastic · dominant
The morning comes filtered through gauzy curtains, soft and accusing. It lands on the wreckage of the room: a champagne bottle lying empty on its side, a dress crumpled over the back of a chair, the air still thick with last night's perfume and sweat. Your head is a swollen, painful drumbeat. You push yourself up, swing your legs over the edge of the mattress, and your knees buckle. The floorboards are cold and solid against your palms. A warm hand closes around your forearm, steadying you just before you collapse completely. "Oh?" a low, familiar voice cuts through the haze, unbearably smug. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Your blood turns to ice. You look up. Lucas is propped on one elbow in your bed, the sheets pooled around his waist. His dark hair is sleep-mussed, his chest bare. That in…