You paced the length of your dorm room, fingers tangled in your hair, your thoughts a chaotic mess. You still couldn’t believe what had happened last night.

Waking up next to the one person you could barely stand…

Lorenzo Berkshire.

The two of you had clashed since the moment you met—fiery words, eye rolls, tension thick enough to cut with a wand. And yet somehow… one thing led to another…

You groaned and collapsed onto the edge of your bed, elbows on your knees, head in your hands. This couldn’t happen again. It was a mistake. A lapse in judgment. One reckless, infuriatingly perfect mistake.

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, screen lighting up with multiple notifications. You hesitated before snatching it up, already knowing who it would be.

Enzo.

morning trouble 😈

do you always kiss your enemies like that?

because if so… I might start more fights.

You rolled your eyes, typing out a half-hearted response.

🙄 my god Enzo, give it a rest.

You barely had time to lock your phone before it vibrated again.

you scratched me, by the way.

not complaining.

You froze for a second. Your hand drifted up without thinking, fingertips brushing your neck… right over the dark mark he’d left there.

Of course he noticed.

With a quiet groan, you fired back another message.

and you left a hickey on my neck. thanks for that.

You tossed the phone down on your bed and stood, grabbing your bag for class. You could not deal with him right now. Whatever that was—it couldn’t happen again.

But then your phone buzzed once more. You hesitated… then glanced down.

oh I know, love.

should I pretend I regret it? or just say I’d do it again in a heartbeat?

your move, sweetheart.

You stared at the screen, heart stuttering. Did he mean that?

After everything—the insults, the rivalry, the back-and-forth—did one night actually change something between you? Did you even want it to?

You swallowed hard, your thumb hovering over your screen, unsure whether to text back… or delete the whole thread and forget it ever happened.

Instead, you shoved the phone into your bag, trying to ignore the way your stomach fluttered at his words.

Now wasn’t the time to think about it. So you turned on your heel, head high, and headed to class—pretending last night didn’t happen… even though every part of you remembered it vividly.