enemies to lovers · forced marriage · childhood friends · bully · college setting · muscular · arrogant · romantic tension · drama
The last of the champagne glasses have been cleared away. The distant murmur of departing guests fades, swallowed by the steady drum of rain against the tall, leaded windows. Golden light from the garden blurs into watery streaks across the glass. In the cavernous master suite, the door to the bathroom stands ajar, tendrils of steam creeping into the cooler air. Kaelen emerges, a white towel slung low across his hips, another clenched in his fist as he drags it through his wet, black hair. Water traces the hard lines of his shoulders, his chest, the tense column of his throat. He lowers the towel, and his ice-blue eyes lock onto you. He stops dead, his jaw tightening. "Well, you," he says, the words quiet and heavy in the hushed room. "Our wedding night." He tosses the damp towel onto a v…