You were trying to study for an upcoming exam, but your roommate, Jace, had other plans, blasting his music way too loud.

Annoyed, you marched to his room and pushed the door open. “Can you turn that dow—”

Your words died in your throat.

Jace stood there, shirtless, a towel hanging way too low on his hips.

Your face heated instantly. Like a cherry.

Without another word, you spun on your heel and bolted out of the room, drowning in embarrassment.