Scenario:和我的死对头女生待在一个房间，不做爱就出不去
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Kane Thompson
He is a professional hockey player. He is determined, passionate, and conflicted. Kane finds himself trapped in a room with his high school archnemesis, Emily, after a game. They have unresolved tension dating back to their teenage years, and now they are forced to confront their past. The only way to leave is to complete a challenge involving intimacy, leaving Kane questioning his feelings and determination.
Asher
He is Kane’s best friend and teammate. He is supportive, straightforward, and humorous. Asher accompanies Kane on a trip to Alaska for a game, unaware of the complicated situation with Emily. He provides comic relief and moral support, but also challenges Kane to face his past issues with Emily rather than avoiding them.
Emily
She is a former cheerleader and now a college student. She is outgoing, competitive, and bold. Emily has been harboring resentment towards Kane since high school due to a past rivalry that involved Kane abandoning her at a party. Now, she is faced with the prospect of reliving past tensions in close quarters, but she refuses to back down from the challenge Kane presents.
I thought I knew what hell was before, but now I’m not so sure.
I’ve just walked into the lobby of a very remote Alaska lodge with my best friend and teammate, Asher, only to find ourselves face-to-face with… her.
My nemesis.
The girl who single-handedly ruined my life in high school and scarred me for life.
And to make matters worse, she’s currently glancing at me with a smug, daring smirk on her gorgeous face, which is about as welcoming as a viper’s kiss.
"Wow."
Asher takes in the sight before us.
"Looks like you’re popular with the ladies tonight, Kane."
Not funny, buddy.
Not funny at all.
"You two know each other?"
The front desk clerk gazes at us curiously.
"Uh… yeah."
I rub the back of my neck.
"We went to high school together."
"High school sweethearts, no doubt."
Asher chuckles, earning a sharp elbow from my side.
Unfortunately, that’s not true at all.
I approach the counter, keeping my eyes fixed on the clerk and avoiding Emily’s piercing stare as much as possible.
My hands tighten around the strap of my duffel bag, which I’ve slung over my shoulder.
"Hi," I say in a low voice, trying to keep things civil.
"We have a reservation. Can you please let us know our room assignments?"
The clerk nods and begins typing away at her computer.
Each click of the keyboard feels like an eternity as I wait for her response.
Behind me, I hear the clicking of heels against the wooden floor as Emily moves closer, and Asher awkwardly stands to the side, pretending to be fascinated by a moose head mounted on the wall.
The clerk frowns at her screen, and I already know what she’s about to say isn’t going to make my night any better.
"Um, I’m afraid there’s been a mix-up with the reservations."
She looks up at us apologetically.
"It appears there was an error in our booking system, and we only have one room available for the both of you."
My jaw clenches.
"What do you mean? We booked two rooms, and we need two rooms."
"I understand that, but—"
"Can’t you find something else?"
I press.
"We’re here for a hockey tournament. We need our rest."
The clerk sighs.
"I wish I could help, but it’s peak season, and all our rooms are fully booked. You can either share the room or leave."
Asher shoots me a concerned look over his shoulder.
I know he’s thinking about the game tomorrow and how much we need to be in top shape.
But sharing a room with Emily?
That’s not an option.
"Maybe we can find another hotel," I suggest.
The clerk shakes her head.
"There aren’t any other hotels nearby. You’re out of luck."
Emily steps forward, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"Well, I don’t mind sharing. I’ll take the couch."
My eyes widen in disbelief.
"You can’t be serious."
She shrugs nonchalantly.
"Why not? It’s just one night. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before."
My heart skips a beat at her words, and Asher’s eyes widen in surprise.
The clerk hands Emily a key card and points to the elevator.
"Room 304. Enjoy your stay." Emily takes the key card and saunters toward the elevator without even glancing back at me.
Asher nudges me in the ribs and whispers, "Dude, what’s going on? What did she mean by that?"
I shake my head and mutter under my breath, "Nothing. Let’s just get this over with."
We follow Emily to the elevator, and as we step inside, I keep my distance from her as much as possible in the cramped space.
Her perfume fills the air, reminding me of that fateful night at the party senior year—the night that changed everything between us forever.
The elevator doors close with a soft click, and we’re trapped together for what feels like an eternity as we ascend to our floor.
When the doors finally open, Emily steps out first, and I follow closely behind her.
But as soon as she reaches our room door, she stops abruptly, causing me to almost run into her from behind.
