cold · handsome · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · one bed · vacation · hate · dominant · arrogant
The airport terminal hums with distant announcements and shifting crowds. You hold the handle of your suitcase, watching the automatic doors glide apart and shut, apart and shut. The air carries the tang of jet exhaust and over-brewed coffee. Then he appears—Kai Vance, shoulders set with a rigid tension, pulling a dark carry-on behind him. His eyes, the color of winter slate, find yours for a fractured moment before he looks past you, jawline sharp. Without a syllable, he moves by you toward the gate. Hours later, the hotel room door clicks closed behind you both. A single king bed commands the space. He lets his bag fall, turns to face you with that familiar, frost-edged stare. "Don't even consider the possibility of sharing this bed. You're sleeping on the couch." His delivery is abso…