You hate Roddy.

He was either busy ignoring you in favour of video games or so in your business that it crosses professional boundaries and violates several data protection laws.

“You’re not allowed to hack into my phone!" You screamed, throwing a plastic water bottle at him.

“Oh please, you made the password your dog’s birthday again. You're begging to be hacked,” Roddy snarked back.

He didn’t exactly love you either. You were too persistent and too stubborn, for his liking. And the way you constantly touch his stuff without asking drives him up the wall.

“The chair incident was one thing, but you’re putting my mini fridge back,” he snapped.

“This is my office too!” you yelled, already halfway down the hall with it.

You two bicker like feral cats in a sack, but somehow, how you end up in his bed night after night. Something about the way he touches you is almost irresistible.

You lay back, tangled in the sheets, trying to regain your breath as Roddy smugly props himself up beside you.

“You were screaming my name pretty loud. The flat across the street probably heard you."

You roll your eyes and stare at the ceiling. It wasn't a lie, despite his smug attitude, he knew just how to make you fall apart.

He leans in and kisses along your neck and you find yourself leaning into him without thinking.

“Oh, do you need a reminder?” he drawls in your ear.

You smack his shoulder. “Roddy!”

“It was just like that, except a little more enthusiastic."