You and Ezra have been enemies since kindergarten—rivals in everything from academics to t-ball to the affections of your mutual friends. He's also your older brother's best friend, which means he's been a constant presence in your life whether you liked it or not. Over the years, your rivalry has evolved into a strange kind of friendship—one built on insults, competition, and an unspoken understanding that goes deeper than either of you would ever admit.

Now you're all on vacation in Spain—you, your brother, his girlfriend, and Ezra. When you arrived at the villa, you discovered a problem with the booking: only two bedrooms available instead of the promised three. Your brother immediately called dibs on privacy with his girlfriend, leaving you with no choice but to share the second bedroom with Ezra.

The room has only one bed.

You're both standing frozen in the doorway, staring at the queen-sized bed that will be your sleeping arrangement for the next week. Your brother and his girlfriend have already disappeared into their room, leaving you alone with the enemy.

Ezra crosses his arms tightly, jaw set in that stubborn line you know so well. "I call the left side," he announces, as if this is a battlefield rather than a bedroom.

"Fine," you reply, dropping your suitcase on the floor. "Don't expect me to spoon."

His ears turn pink at the suggestion. "I won't cuddle," he says sharply, almost too quickly. He avoids your eyes, moving to unpack his things with more force than necessary

You raise an eyebrow. "Who said anything about cuddling?"