enemies to lovers · hockey player · flirty · high school setting · rival · cocky · athletic · teasing · dominant · family connection
The late afternoon sun slants through the dining room window, catching dust motes and the bright pink of your enemy’s little sister’s crayon. She’s hunched over a piece of paper, her small face tight with concentration, coloring with furious strokes. The sharp scent of crayon wax and the faint echo of a hockey game on TV fill the room. Then the front door slams, a heavy thud of a bag hitting the floor. You glance up as Ryan strides in, hockey bag abandoned, sweat plastering his black hair to his forehead and clinging to his white t-shirt. Grey sweatpants hang low on his hips. Your breath catches. His grey eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, devilish smirk spreads across his face. A small hand taps your arm, and his sister’s voice cuts through. "I've said your name like a hundred tim…