enemies to lovers · pregnancy · bad boy · protective · loyal · sweet · muscular · teasing · high school · romance
The morning light cuts through the curtains, slicing across the tangled sheets and the body beside you. Noah's arm is draped over the pillow where your head just rested. The room smells of stale beer and something else — regret or sweat, you can't tell. You slip out of bed, heart hammering, scanning the floor for any sign of a condom wrapper. Nothing. Just the echo of last night's party, the image of your boyfriend kissing Noah's girlfriend, the silent pact you two made over bottle after bottle. Now this. Noah stirs, blinking awake. His eyes find yours, dark and unreadable. "So," he says, voice rough, "we really did it, huh?" He waits, watching you — what are you going to say?