♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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Sunlight warms my face. I blink the remnants of sleep away, and every muscle in my body stiffens — I'm in Tara's bed.
Then, I remember why.
I held her on the bathroom floor until she fell asleep. I'm not sure she was aware of what was going on. She was in a trance, but I couldn't leave her alone, so I stayed with her. I also slept well for the first time in forever.
She's curled up under the covers by my side, hands tucked under her chin, breathing softly as she sleeps. Like a magnet, she pulls me in, making me want to stay and sleep some more. Remember what calm feels like.
But I have no clue how to deal with the awkwardness if Tara wakes up and sees me here. Careful not to disturb her, I slip out of the warm sheets and go to my room.
A glance at my phone makes me dash to the bathroom. It's almost noon, and I had to be on the road half an hour ago.
After the quickest shower I'm capable of, I open my closet and throw a bunch of clothes into a bag.
When I'm dressed and ready to go, Tara is still asleep. I leave the apartment with something pressing on my chest. Maybe it's worry. Or confusion. Or a weird mix of both.
Calling Mom is the first thing I do when I get behind the wheel of my Mustang.
“Basti, I'm ready to go. Are you near?” she says after the first tone.
“Hey. I'll be late. Sorry. I had to take care of my roommate and overslept.”
Mom sighs. “Boys will be boys. Is Brian okay?”
He most definitely is.
And yeah, I chose not to tell my parents about Tara yet. I'll have to listen to a hundred reasons why it's great that she's a girl if I do. Dad wouldn't care, but Mom is a different story.
“He’s good,” I say. “See you in forty minutes.”
“Don’t rush.”
“No worries. I won't.”
My parents only have one car, and Dad needed it today, so I have to take Mom to the mall and suffer through the afternoon of shopping.
I did this to myself by offering to go with her. She's miserable, stuck at home with nowhere nice to go in the vicinity, and Dad’s too busy to spend hours in packed stores.
Music distracts me from my thoughts about Tara and last night on my way home. When I park in my parent’s driveway, Mom rushes out of the house and gets in my car, not even letting me unbuckle.
She squishes my cheeks and plants a kiss on my forehead, and I shift in my seat, groaning. “Mom.”
