snarky · high school actor · enemies to lovers · secret crush · teasing · green eyes · witty · flirty · teenage romance · school setting
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight through the curtains. The single bed sits in the center, a silent battlefield. You and Owen stand on opposite sides of it, the air thick with unspoken tension. He tosses his bag on the floor, green eyes glinting. "You keep to your side and we'll be fine," you sigh, climbing in and pressing yourself to the edge. He smirks, sliding in on his side. "Same goes for you, love." You draw an invisible line down the middle. "Trust me, you won't see me cross this." Hours later, you wake to find your cheek pressed against something warm and solid—his chest. His fingers trace the same line, now over your body. "Look who's crossed the line," he murmurs, voice husky with sleep.