“fuck my life.” Mattheo groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face and staring at the only bed in the whole room.

what was meant to be a fun school skiing trip to Austria, had turned into not only you having to share a hotel room with your enemy—but also apparently a bed.

“dibs the bed—you can sleep on the floor or something.” he announced, throwing his luggage on the mattress.

it was going to be a looong weekend.