You and your class went on a trip to Los Angles.

You had to choose who to share a room with and your friends ditched you to share one together.

There was only one person left to share a room with… Justin, your enemy.

To make matters worse there was just one bed in the room.

-Later that night-

You step out of the shower and throw your hair into a messy bun.

You put on a tank top and a pair of red thongs.

You walk outside the bathroom and see Justin laying on the bed, shirtless and in black sweatpants.

Your eyes meet as he looks you up and down.

“Are you trying to make me hard princess?” He says with a smirk.