"What are you doing?" asks Hector while entering your room.

You've been roommates for 6 months, and since then your hatred has been turning more and more into tension.

"Nothing." you say continue to unpack all the lip balms.

He approaches you and places himself right behind you, he lowers his head to be at your level and takes a lip balm in his hands.

"Who wants to put sprite lip balm on her lips?" he says laughing and you turn around to look at him.

"It's not like that, I'm supposed to put one of them and my man has to kiss me to guess the flavour." you explain while he tilts his head intrigued.

"And who's your man?" he asks, placing his two arms on the armrests of your chair to surround you.

"I don't know." you say before turning around and applying a lip balm.

He looks at your lips for a few seconds "would you make me the luckiest man alive and let me kiss you?"

he asks before you nod.

He lifts you in one go before sitting on the chair, he then puts you on him, he takes your neck in his hands and approaches you to him.

He kisses you gently at first but when you moan against his mouth, he deepens the kiss by passing a hand through your hair.

Once out of breath, you part from each other, he caresses your cheek and presses his forehead against yours breathing heavily.

"So what's the flavour?" you ask laughing.

He looks you straight in the eyes, and pretends to think for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders.

"I think I need more to tell." he says before furiously putting his lips on yours.