All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I needed to hit something.Hard.I should have been on the pitch right now, burning off the frustration, but training had been canceled last minute, and I was left with too much energy and nowhere to put it.I drove aimlessly for a while, winding through town with the windows down, music low. My hands gripped the wheel, fingers flexing. The tightness in my chest hadn’t eased since last night. Since her message.Not tonight.Two words that shouldn’t have felt like a punch to the gut, but they did.She had needed me—I could feel it through the phone, could picture her curled up in bed, wrapped up in whatever storm had been raging in her head—but she hadn’t let me in.I knew better than to push.Sienna was like that. Careful. Controlled. Always keeping just enough distance, always holding something back.And fuck if I wasn’t desperate to get past that wall.I pulled into my driveway and killed the engine, my knee bouncing as I sat in the quiet. The house was lit up, laughter spilling fro

I wasn’t used to feeling this way about a girl.It was fucking with my head.The way Sienna got under my skin so easily, the way my body reacted to hers without hesitation—it wasn’t normal for me.But nothing about Sienna was normal.She was different.I could feel it in the way she kissed me, the way she looked at me like she was scared of wanting this but couldn’t stop herself.And I was completely screwed because I wanted her to want me.Not just for a night. Not just for the moment.I wanted everything.Which was why, when I pulled up outside her house later that night, I didn’t let go of her hand.I should have. I should have let her go, watched her walk inside, and left before I did something stupid.But I didn’t.She sat there in the passenger seat, Luca’s jacket still wrapped around her small frame, her bottom lip caught between her teeth like she was working through something.I wanted to lean over and kiss her again.To make sure she knew.But I held back.Instead, I watched

Luca's POV Mondays were a bitch.Mornings were worse.And early mornings, like this one? Downright cruel.I slumped against my locker, yawning so wide my jaw cracked. The weekend had been a blur—training, Sienna, dealing with my dad’s never-ending attempts to “connect”—but none of that prepared me for the hell that was the first day of the week.“Mate, you look like you got hit by a bus.”I cracked one eye open to find Ethan smirking at me, arms crossed over his chest. He was fresh, energized, annoyingly awake, which only made me scowl harder.“More like a truck,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over my face. “Didn’t get much sleep.”“Wonder why.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain dark-haired girl, would it?”I shot him a look. “Shut up.”“Ah, come on. You’ve been spending all your time with her. When’s the wedding?”I groaned, slamming my locker shut. “Piss off.”Ethan just laughed, but whatever comeback he had was drowned out by the usual Monday morni

The ride was long.Too long.The bus rumbled along the highway, filled with chatter and occasional outbursts from overly excited students, but I barely heard any of it.Not with him sitting just a few rows behind me.Not with his presence burning into my skin like a brand.Cassie had long since dozed off, head resting against the window, but I was wide awake, pretending to be engrossed in the scenery outside when, in reality, I was painfully aware of every single move Luca made.His laugh, low and lazy, floated through the air.The rustling of his hoodie as he shifted in his seat.The occasional murmurs as he spoke to Ethan.I hated it.I hated how aware of him I was.I squeezed my hands together, nails biting into my palm. It’s just a school trip, Sienna. Nothing else. Keep your head down, and get through it.But of course, the universe had other plans.The moment we pulled up to the campsite—a massive stretch of land nestled between thick woods and a lake—our teacher, Mr. Harrison,

I woke up to warmth.Soft. Comfortable. Dangerous warmth.For a second, I forgot where I was.The rain had slowed to a soft drizzle, the occasional rumble of thunder still rolling in the distance. The tent smelled like damp fabric, grass, and something undeniably Sienna.And then I realized—She was still wrapped around me.Her head rested against my chest, her fingers curled into my hoodie. One of her legs was tangled with mine, and my arm was still draped over her waist, holding her way too close.Fucking hell.I forced myself to stay still, even as every muscle in my body screamed to do the opposite.I should wake her up.I should move.But I didn’t.Instead, I let my eyes trace the curve of her cheek, the way her lashes rested against her skin.She looked so soft like this.So unguarded.I had the sudden, reckless urge to run my fingers through her hair, to tilt her chin up and kiss her awake.Instead, I swallowed hard and forced myself to breathe.What the fuck was happening to m