enemies to lovers · cold · rude · teasing · nightmares · shared room · handsome · dark hair · vulnerable · romance
A sliver of neon cuts a pale line across the motel carpet. The only sound is the rattle of a dying heater. Between the two beds, a sad little wall of pillows stands as a silent treaty. I twist in my sheets, mumbling fragments of a dream. Then I feel it—your gaze. You're awake, watching. My eyes snap open, still blurred with the residue of fear. "See something you like, you?"