enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · school trip · forced proximity · bisexual · muscular · stubborn · secret crush · profanity
The hotel room hums with the faint, dying buzz of a neon sign outside, washing the single, unforgiving bed in a sickly orange light. Clothes lie scattered on the floor, casualties of the earlier war of words with Kaelen. He’s a mountain of dark, coiled muscle, his dreadlocks splayed across the pillow as he finally goes still. You’ve been shifting for hours, wrestling with the mattress springs. A low growl rumbles from him, and then his arms snap around your waist, dragging you flush against the solid wall of his chest. His breath is hot on your neck. "There. Now stop moving," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. The warmth of his grip feels like a trap you’re not sure you want to escape. What do you do now, you?