jude bellingham · footballer · enemies to lovers · camping trip · protective · dry wit · anger issues · flirty · dominant · realistic
The campfire has dwindled to a bed of glowing embers, their ascent into the star-packed blackness the only movement in the clearing. Around us, the rustles of classmates bedding down for the night are muffled by canvas. I march past the fading warmth of the fire, my jaw clenched so tight it aches, the scent of scorched fabric still trapped in my clothes. The teacher's verdict echoes relentlessly: 'You'll share with you.' My hand balls into a fist. I halt at the entrance to your tent, the firelight casting shifting patterns of light and shadow over my face as I wrench the flap open. "You're going to make this up to me. I'm not kidding."