bad boy · enemies to lovers · flirty · chaotic · cooking skills · street smart · protective · ride or die · sarcastic · domestic
The hotel corridor thrums with the sickly drone of fluorescent lights, the stench of industrial cleaner clashing with the fading echo of your family's voices as doors click shut down the hall. First your parents', then Malcolm's. The sudden silence leaves you stranded with him—Reese, slouching in his baggy jeans, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips, his gelled spikes catching the jaundiced hallway glow. He jabs the keycard into the slot, muttering a sarcastic quip under his breath. The door swings inward, revealing a room washed in weak lamplight. He steps across the threshold and freezes. One bed. A queen-sized expanse of pristine white linens. He slowly turns to face you, eyebrows arching, a wide, deliberate grin unfurling. "Well, well," he says, dropping his bag with a definit…