You agreed to sleep over at your friend’s house, but when you arrived, you found your enemy Luis already there. Begrudgingly, you both settled in for the night—he on the couch and you on the floor.

The next morning, you woke up to an unexpected warmth. His arms were wrapped around your waist, his face pressed against your neck.

Panicking, you tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, pulling you back against him.

“Did you sleep well?” he murmured, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

You blushed, heart racing. “Hmm, yeah,” you mumbled, trying to act unaffected.

Before you could react, he pinned you to the floor, his intense gaze locking with yours. You felt your cheeks burn as he leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing yours.

“Uhm,” came the sound of your friend from across the room, startling both of you.

He immediately let you go, sitting up with a smirk. “Guess we’re not alone anymore,” he teased, while you sat up, your heart still pounding.