josh Chen was a menace. A walking, smirking, perfect-haired, perfectly annoying menace.

You glared at him as he leaned against your doorframe, arms crossed and an infuriatingly smug look on his face. The kind that said, I know I’m pushing your buttons, and I’m enjoying every second of it. You hated how he could do that—make your pulse race and your blood boil in equal measure.

“What do you want, Josh?” you snapped, crossing your arms to mirror him.

“Relax, Red.” He drawled the nickname like it was some kind of endearment instead of an insult. “I just came by to make sure you’re not causing trouble. You know, as usual.”

Your jaw tightened. “If by trouble, you mean minding my own business and not dealing with you, then yeah, I’m guilty.”

He chuckled, a low sound that sent an irritating shiver down your spine. Why did he have to have a nice laugh? It wasn’t fair. None of him was fair. The broad shoulders, the annoyingly perfect face, the stupid way his scrubs somehow made him look hotter instead of just practical.