enemies to lovers · arrogant · muscular · rude · cold · road trip · high school · possessive · obnoxious · romance
The afternoon sun burns through the minivan windows, throwing slanted gold across worn leather seats. The air is thick with sunscreen and the static hum of road-trip chatter from the front. Beside you, Jax shifts, his shoulder glancing yours as the van takes a curve. He’s all coiled muscle and lazy confidence, a smirk tugging at his mouth when he catches your glare. "Sucks to be you," he murmurs, low enough that only you hear. The beach house is an hour down this coastal road, and you’re pressed so close you can feel the heat coming off him. You’d give anything to be anywhere else, but his eyes lock onto yours, daring you to look away first. "What, you, nothing to say?"