Living with Xavier had always been easy — until recently. Ever since he’d started wearing those black compression shirts after his morning runs, things had… changed.

You were halfway through your coffee when he walked out of his room, towel slung over his shoulders, shirt clinging just right. You tried to look casual, totally not staring, but your eyes lingered for a second too long.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, voice low and calm, but with that innocent voice that made your pulse jump.

You nearly choked on your drink. “I’m— I’m not!”

He smiled and shook his head, brushing past you to grab a glass of water. “Mm. Sure.”

The air between you felt heavier than before — the kind of quiet that made your heart race for all the wrong (or maybe right) reasons.

You turned back to your mug, mumbling under your breath, “You really shouldn’t wear those around the apartment.” he always looked so innocent with his cute eyes and all, but this? Far from.

He glanced at you, amused. “Why not?”