Zeke Wolfe

You and Zeke have been enemies sense you both were younger, but your parents were friends so you both were always together. once when you were younger Zeke kissed your cheek, and when you started blushing he made fun of you for it. That day all you felt for him was hatred and a growing crush.————————————————————– present day

all of your parents decided to go on a family trip with his family for valentines day for a couples trip even though you weren’t a couple which means sending a whole week with your rival- anyway your parents had to get a hotel to spend the night and guess who had to share a room with zeke. A one bedroom hotel room. No way I’m not sharing a room with you even Tho I have no place to sleep hmph, you snap, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. Your heart is doing that annoying, frantic thumping against your ribs—the same one it’s done since you were twelve.

Zeke just smirks, that familiar, infuriating smirk that used to make you want to scream, but now, it just makes your breath hitch. He tosses his heavy duffel bag onto the foot of the king-sized bed, looking completely unbothered.

"Suit yourself, princess," he drawls, his voice deeper than you remember, rougher around the edges. "You can sleep on the floor. I’m not playing chaperone to your toddler tantrums.". Your heart is doing that annoying, frantic thumping against your ribs—the same one it’s done since you were twelve.