you had a enemy Lace, you're mom insisted that you should live together, even after knowing he was flirty and bold.

Lace was searching for his phone in your room since he needed a bit help for wrapping a present, you were sitting under a shelf and on your chair, where his phone was "can you pass me that?" Lace says. You lean back "get it yourself" you said as he reached he fell over and was inches from your face

His fluffy back hair, rings on his fingers and 6,1. Taller than you.