A week. Seven days since I let Adrian Vale kiss me like he owned me. Since I clawed at his hair, let his hands roam places they shouldn't. Since I shattered every piece of my past with Ethan Carter in the span of a breathless, reckless night. Now, my once predictable life was chaos. On one side, Ethan, my ex-boyfriend of five years, was begging for another chance. On the other, Adrian—my insufferable, gorgeous, arrogant roommate—was making damn sure I never forgot what happened between us. Like now. I stepped into the business lecture hall, scanning for an empty seat. The only open ones were in the middle of the row, one of them right next to him. Adrian Vale. I hesitated. He was slouched in his seat, hoodie pulled over his messy dark hair, exuding that effortless, infuriating hotness that made him look so damn untouchable. Jawline sharp enough to cut, lips curled in a knowing smirk. The kind of man who didn't just break hearts—he set them on fire and walked away. I sucked in a breath and made my way over. He barely looked up as I slid into the seat beside him. But I knew better. I could feel his gaze, slow and heavy, raking over me like he was remembering exactly what my body felt like under his hands. And then—I saw him. Ethan. Walking toward me with that stupid hopeful look, like we could just undo everything with an apology. My stomach twisted. I wasn’t ready for this. For him. Before I could react, Adrian moved. He grabbed his bag and dropped it onto the only empty seat beside me. Blocking Ethan. Casually. Like it was nothing. Ethan stopped short, his jaw tightening. "Are you serious?" Adrian finally looked up, meeting his ex-best friend’s glare with an infuriatingly slow smirk. Then he turned to me, ignoring Ethan completely, and leaned in slightly, his voice low, lazy, and dripping with amusement. "What’s wrong, princessa? Thought you liked sitting next to me." I swallowed hard, pulse hammering, because damn it—I did.