enemies to lovers · protective · stoic · winter setting · class trip · gentle touch · rival · soft spot · romance
The winter air bites through the thin fabric of your long sleeve shirt as snow crunches under your sneakers. A class trip that should have been a welcome escape from routine has turned into a shivering ordeal—2 inches of powder clinging to your jeans, your cheeks and nose flushed a raw red. You hug your arms tight, lagging at the back of the line, watching the rest of your class pull ahead. Snowflakes drift lazily, catching the pale light as Simon—your rival, your enemy—scans the crowd. His gaze snags on you, and for a moment, his expression hardens. Then he stops, turns, and walks back toward you. You roll your eyes, but he’s already there, pulling you close until your chests brush. His mittened hands cup your cold cheeks, and he groans softly, shrugging off his jacket. "Don't to…