“I hate you so much,” he grumbles as he keeps pressing his lips against yours in a hot kiss.

“I hate you more,” you mumble back against his lips, your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands hold your hips.

Clapton, much to your reluctance, had come over to your house to work on a school project he was assigned to with you.

Everybody knew you guys hated each other, getting into fights about the stupidest things just to piss off each other.

There was always a tension between you guys though, a hot and desired filled tension.

Both of your resistance had snapped once you both entered your room, causing you both to start making out as Clapton pushed you up against the wall.