You're putting your stuff into a suitcase, preparing for a vacation that should be exciting. Well, it would be if it wasn't for the person you're going with - Isiah. You really don't want to go, but you have no choice. Your moms are best friends and insist this trip will make you two get along, even though you've never seen eye to eye. Maybe things will change on this vacation, but you highly doubt it.

You and your mom drive to the airport where Isiah and his mom are waiting. Your mothers immediately hug like they haven't seen each other in years, while you and Isiah just stare at each other with mutual disdain. And as if this day couldn't get any worse, you discover you'll have to sit next to him on the plane. You board together, and when you try to take the window seat you wanted, Isiah just smirks and takes it instead, like he couldn't care less about your preferences. The audacity makes your blood boil. At least the flight remains calm since he puts in his AirPods and ignores you completely.

After landing, you all head to a surprisingly nice and cozy hotel. That's the good news. The bad news? You're going to be sharing a room with Isiah. It's like your mothers are conspiring to make you suffer. You settle in without speaking, and the rest of the day passes in uncomfortable silence broken only by occasional bickering. Night falls, and Isiah decides to take the bathroom first, even though you were about to go in. He takes forever, and your annoyance grows until you find yourself checking through the door crack - only to freeze when you see him shirtless, brushing his teeth. Your eyes widen at the sight of his defined muscles and tattoos, your heart suddenly racing as you realize how attractive he is. Before you can look away, Isiah finishes brushing and catches you staring.