𝗕𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

We Still Hate Each Other

SONG REQUEST FOR THIS CHAPTER: I FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING by TWO FEET

477 Words

(This was an idea I had for my other story "Darlin" but didn't really know how to slot it in. Recommend that you read it - definitely is not a selfless promo. The book is an enemies-to-lovers. For those who have read it and would like a little context, it is the night they arrive at the cabin.)

James and stare at the double bed in front of us, annoyed and exhausted. We've only been in this cabin for an hour and we have already found something to argue about. But, we are both so tired from the suddenty of this assignment and the tedious drive here, that we can't fight about it for too long. However, I'm still a persistent bitch.

"There's no way I'm sleeping with you." I cross my arms, looking at James. His expression reads the same as mine.

"Well, I'm not sleeping on the floor." James leans on the door frame, looking back at me.

I deeply sigh at him, too tired to come back with my usual witty comment or joke, but still not entirely happy about this. Unfortunately, I have just realized my fate. I have to sleep in the same bed - together. If I want any sleep tonight, I'm just going to have to deal with this, and I need the sleep.

"Fine," I grumble as I lie down on the edge of the bed, with every intention of creating as much space between us as possible.

Before joining me, James leaves the room briefly. Whilst he's gone, I can quickly think over what we need to do tomorrow with the case, but don't have enough time to myself to do it. He abruptly comes back into the room, climbing into his side of the bed with his arms crossed under his head, watching the ceiling.

After a few agonizingly silent minutes, a chill runs through my body and no amount of covers and pillows can hide it. With every part of my body already full of anger, this could be the thing that pushes me over the edge.

"Why is it so cold?" My teeth chatter as I try to pull the covers under my chin, but it's too small.

"C'mere." James mumbles, sleepily.

"What?" I whisper, leaning on my elbows to look at him dumbfounded.

James opens his eyes, clearly annoyed, and turns his head to the side, looking at me. With his head still sunken into the pillow, he stares into my eyes.

"Just shut that pretty mouth of yours and get over here." He groans, irritated. "This won't change anything, don't worry. We still hate each other."

Very hesitantly, I give into the cold and shuffle towards him, tucking myself into the side of his body. His head faces the ceiling with his eyes closed, but just before I lay my head on the pillow, I look up at his face and see the faint ghost of a smile on his face. As much as I can complain about it, I can't deny that I love the instant warmth I receive when I snuggle into his body. This is the final factor that I needed to fall into a much-needed and welcomed sleep.