Enemies to lovers

Previously

…As Blair disappeared around the corner, she felt a rush of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something. She didn't know where it would lead, but she was ready to find out. And she had no idea that Deacon's friends were already piecing it together, planting the first seeds of awareness in his mind. That night, as she lay in bed, she replayed every detail of the day. The collision. The smile. The flutter. She hugged her pillow and whispered to the dark, "Deacon Reynolds." Tomorrow, she would find a way to speak to him again. And maybe, if the universe was kind, he would speak back. The hook was set, and the game of love was just beginning.