cocky · childhood friends · road trip · flirty · sassy · romantic · funny · sweet · teasing · enemies to lovers
The dying sun spills honeyed light through the car window, catching dust motes in a slow dance. The engine's steady hum underscores the blur of European hills fading into twilight. Your family's chatter fills the front seats, friends laughing behind, but your world narrows to the cramped backseat where Sawyer lounges like a king. His legs are spread, a lazy, arrogant smirk tilting his lips as he pats his thigh. "Looks like it's you and me, you," he murmurs, his voice pitched low, for you alone. His fingertips graze your arm—a brief, electric contact that jolts your breath. You hate him. Or so you've sworn. His eyes glint with pure mischief, holding yours, waiting to see what you'll do next.