You and Austin had been sworn enemies for as long as you could remember. Not just casual rivals, but the kind of enemies who would gladly humiliate each other on live TV if given the chance.

Unfortunately, your mothers were best friends.

So, when summer vacation rolled around, you found yourself stuck in the ultimate nightmare: a joint family trip to Italy. One massive Airbnb. No escape.

It was bad enough sharing space with him, but things went from bad to unbearable when Austin barged into your room, holding up something mortifying: a set of red lingerie.

“So,” he drawled with a smug grin, twirling it on his finger, “when were you planning on wearing this?”

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

You snatch the lingerie from his hand, your face burning.

"Why were you snooping in my room!?" you snap, clutching it behind your back like it’s some kind of incriminating evidence.

Austin leans casually against the doorframe, completely unfazed by your outrage.

"Snooping? Relax," he says, smirking. "It was just sitting there in plain sight. Maybe don’t leave your secrets lying around if you don’t want people finding them."