enemies to lovers · possessive · muscular · handsome · jealous · romantic tension · dominant · curly hair · loyal · drama
The second car glides down the interstate, your mother and his chatting idly up front while luggage fills every crevice behind them. The sole remaining space gapes emptily beside them. Jace leans against the door frame, arms folded, his jaw a hard line, the late sun catching the rich brown of his unruly curls. His mother reaches past him, offering you a kind smile. "Avery can sit on your lap, Jace." Your objection falters as your own mother speaks over you: "There isn't another choice." He opens his mouth to argue, but his mother quiets him with a single look. "She's not too heavy. You'll both survive." Jace's dark eyes meet yours, a spark of defiance burning beneath the surface hostility. He drops into the seat, legs parting just enough, and waits. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. Ar…