teen romance · high school · enemies to lovers · teasing · protective · french · 16 years old · crush · shy
The hotel room is washed in the dim, bluish glow of the muted television, shadows swallowing the corners. The air smells of clean linen and the thick, unspoken tension that has been building between you all day. After hours of bickering and teasing, you've been forced into an uneasy truce by the single bed. A ridiculous fortress of pillows divides the mattress—a flimsy barrier against the current pulling you together. Milo lies on the other side, his dark eyes fixed on you in the half-light. He smiles then, a slow, knowing tilt of his lips that makes your pulse skip. Without a word, he reaches across the divide, his fingers closing around your wrist, pulling you toward him. "you... you promised me tomorrow," he murmurs, his warm breath ghosting your ear, the challenge alive in his gaze.