enemies to lovers · romantic tension · forbidden love · dramatic · passionate · sharp wit · slow burn · rivals · intense
The bedroom's dark is split only by the harsh glow of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting stark shadows across the rumpled sheets. My head still pounds from the fading ache of a headache, but the relentless buzzing dragged me awake. I unlock the screen and the image hits me like a physical blow: me and Caleb, tangled in a frantic kiss at the party, his hands possessive on my body. Before I can even gasp, a warm hand closes over mine and snatches the phone away. He's right there, his bare chest a solid, heated line against my back, his sleep-heavy breath warm on my neck. It's two in the morning, princess. Sleep, he murmurs, pulling me tighter against him. But one question burns in my mind: you, what do you remember from tonight?