enemies to lovers · sleepover · rivals · tension · romance · forced proximity · blush · defensive · attraction · drama
The bedroom is washed in the faint, silver light of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The floorboards are cold and unyielding against your spine as you curl into yourself, the thin fabric of your sleepwear offering no defense. Above you, Luca is a dark shape on the bed, softly snoring, wrapped securely in his comforter. Hours drift by. Then, a faint creak of the frame. A sudden, enveloping warmth as you are lifted, cradled against the solid heat of his chest, his breath a soft, warm pulse against the side of your neck. What in the world is he doing?