You had always thought the whole "one bed romance" trope was the dumbest thing ever. How could two people magically fall in love just by sleeping next to each other? It made no sense. Enemies to lovers? Even worse. There was no way you’d ever catch feelings for someone you despised.

And yet, here you were.

Chris—your brother’s obnoxious best friend—was on a family trip with you. You already hated the idea, but you figured you could just avoid him. That was until you got to the hotel and realized you’d have to share a room.

No big deal, right? You’d just bunk with your brother’s girlfriend. Wrong.

Your brother insisted on staying with his girlfriend, and for some reason, your parents allowed it. Which meant you were stuck with him.

Chris Sturniolo. The human embodiment of your last nerve.

The first few hours were tolerable. You both did your best to ignore each other. But now, as you stood in the bathroom trying to focus on your skincare routine, Chris walked in—shirtless.

You froze mid-application, staring at the mirror in disbelief. Was he serious?

"Ever heard of knocking?" you snapped, glaring at him through the reflection.

He smirked, running a towel through his damp hair. "Relax, I need to brush my teeth."

You turned back to the sink, desperately trying to ignore how insanely unfair it was that he looked like that. His toned arms, his messy hair—No. Stop. Focus.

He leaned against the counter next to you, brushing his teeth like he didn’t have a care in the world.

"You’re in my space," you grumbled, trying to elbow him away.

Chris just smirked wider, barely budging. "You love it."

You almost threw your cleanser at him.

This trip was going to be hell.