You and Leo have been enemies since freshman year when he mocked your 'library rat' habits and you called him out for skipping class. The hatred is mutual - at least, that's what you both pretend.

Now in the senior year, you're in the library studying when the familiar sound of a motorcycle engine cuts through the quiet outside. A few minutes later, Leo appears in the doorway, leather jacket, scuffed boots, and that infuriating smirk. He saunters over to your table and leans against it, blocking your light.

'I saw you looking at me when I pulled up, covey,' he says, voice low enough that only you can hear. 'You wanna pretend you weren't checking me out?' His hand brushes yours as he reaches for a book on the table, and his breath catches at the contact.