Enemies to lovers
“Pick. It. Up.”
The girl blinked, not expecting him. “Who are you? Her daddy? Mind your….”
Brian took one step closer. His presence threatening.
“Pick it up,” he repeated, eyes locked on hers.
Something in his expression cold, steady, older than his age made her face falter. She bent down, snatched the book, and shoved it into Lydia’s chest before storming away with an angry stomp.
He dragged her before she could run .
“If you ever see these two look the other way, do you understand?”