You’re on holiday with your family and the Berkshire family. The only thing that’s bothering you is how you have to share a room with their oldest son, Lorenzo. You hate him, he always gets on your nerves on purpose to annoy you. “I mean it, Enzo. Don’t cross this line or else.” You glare at him, signalling to the pillow you put between you two. He smirks, checking you out for a moment. Both of you silently lay there trying to fall asleep. Why does HE have to be so damn attractive?