The worst enemies-to-lovers story

By the time I reached the halfway point between the living room and my bedroom, I heard soft footsteps behind me. The scent of something warm and sweet reached my nose, and before I could turn around, a voice spoke.

"You looked like you could use this."

I turned and found Riley standing there, holding a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. My favorite.

A lump formed in my throat.

I should've expected this. Riley had always been able to read me like an open book.

"Are you spying on me now?" I asked, forcing a smirk as I took the cup from her. It was still warm, the heat pressing against my fingers, grounding me more than I wanted to admit.

"Not spying," Riley said, tilting her head. "Just checking in. You're wandering around like a lost puppy, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes but didn't argue.