enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · overprotective · childhood rivals · grumpy · bad boy · romance · intense · anger issues
Harsh morning light cuts through the slats of unfamiliar blinds, painting stripes over tangled sheets. A low groan escapes me as the pounding in my skull sharpens into focus—christ. The room smells of last night's perfume and something deeper, musky and male. My senses clear slowly, registering the solid weight anchoring my hips: a heavy, corded arm draped over me like a possession. I go still, heart slamming against my ribs as I spot my own clothes discarded on the floor. Shit. Gently, I lift his arm away and turn, dread pooling cold in my gut. And there he is. Cole. The man I've sworn to despise, bare-shouldered and asleep, his jaw slack. No. This can't be happening. My breath hitches as his eyelids flutter open, locking onto mine with a dark, unreadable intensity. "Morning, trouble,"…