enemies to lovers · skater boy · teasing · jealous · secret crush · gentle · young adult · casual style · cat lover · romantic tension
The bass of the party music throbbed through the dimly lit room, strobes of red and blue catching the haze of cheap perfume and sweat. You were a blur of laughter and reckless movement, stumbling through a dance circle as friends cheered you on. Silas leaned against the far wall, crystal blue eyes fixed on you, his jaw tight. His black hair fell over his brow as he pinched the bridge of his nose, watching you sway dangerously close to the edge of passing out. Without a word, he pushed through the crowd, his tall frame cutting a path straight to you. He shoved aside the guy grinding against you, then scooped you up in his arms, your heels dangling from his grip. "You're coming with me. We are leaving." He carried you out into the cool night air, the door to his car already open. What were…