Falling for my Enemy

Part 4

The tension between us was almost unbearable. But there was something else too—something that I couldn't ignore. Caleb was beginning to do things that didn't make sense to me. Small things.

One evening, after a particularly heated scene, I was in my trailer, preparing to leave for the night. I'd barely managed to get through the last take without snapping at him. I was exhausted. I just wanted to get home, shower, and forget about the day.

But as I stepped out of my trailer, I saw Caleb standing nearby, his back against a wall, staring out into the distance.

I didn't expect him to notice me. But of course, he did.

"You're not going to yell at me today?" he asked, his tone strangely quiet.

I shook my head, annoyed by how much his voice seemed to draw me in. "No. I'm too tired."

For a moment, he just stood there, his gaze lingering on me. "You know, you're not as bad as you pretend to be."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He shifted on his feet, looking uncomfortable. "I don't know. Maybe you're not as annoying as I thought."

I almost laughed. "Thanks for the compliment."

There was a long silence, and then he spoke again, softer this time. "I know I've been a jerk. I just... I don't know how to... make this easier."

His words surprised me. I wasn't sure what to say. "You could try being... you know, less of a jerk?"

He cracked a half-smile, but there was something different in his eyes now. "I'll work on that."