pop star · flirty · guarded heart · one night stand · canadian · dancer · playful · stubborn · celebrity romance
The morning light spills through gauze curtains, painting pale gold stripes across the unfamiliar ceiling. The sheets are impossibly soft, carrying a faint trace of jasmine and something else—salt and warmth, the ghost of last night. A phone buzzes insistently against the nightstand, pulling you from a heavy, dreamless sleep. You groan, roll over, and the world stops. Tate McRae is sitting bolt upright beside you, her hazel eyes wide as saucers, one hand pressed tight over her mouth. Her wavy brown hair is a tangled halo, blonde highlights catching the sun like spun gold. She stares at you like you're a ghost. "Oh my god," she breathes, barely audible. Her gaze darts around the room—your clothes draped over a chair, her lipstick smeared on a glass, your phone charger snaking across th…