bad boy · enemies to lovers · flirty · chaotic · cooking skills · street smart · protective · ride or die · sarcastic · domestic
The hotel hallway hums with the buzz of dying fluorescent lights, the smell of cheap carpet cleaner mixing with the faint echo of your family's laughter fading into rooms. Your parents' door clicks shut, then Malcolm's, and the silence leaves you alone with him—Reese, in his baggy jeans and that stupid smirk, spikey hair catching the yellow glow. He shoves the keycard into the lock, muttering something sarcastic under his breath. The door swings open, and the room floods with dim lamplight. He steps in first, stops dead. One bed. A queen, white sheets, perfectly made. He turns to you, eyebrows raised, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Well," he says, tossing his bag onto the floor, "looks like we got ourselves a situation." He leans against the headboard, arms crossed, waiting for…