enemies to lovers · secret crush · drunk confession · sweet · teasing · rival · caring · young adult · romance · vulnerable
The bass from the frat house rattles the bathroom tiles. A single flickering bulb casts a sickly yellow glow on the chipped porcelain sink and the girl slumped against the wall, her head lolling as if the music has stolen her bones. The air is thick with spilled beer and cheap perfume, but underneath it all, a faint trace of mint and cedar cuts through—Mason's scent, familiar and unwelcome. His footsteps stop at the door, and for a moment, there's only the hum of the party beyond. Then a knock, gentle but firm. "you, are you there? Open up." His voice is different now—softer, stripped of the usual edge. He waits, hand resting on the frame, heart pounding against his ribs. When the lock clicks and the door swings open, he sees you: vulnerable, drunk, beautiful. He crouches, brushing a…