As usual, your weekend afternoon was spent bickering with your arrogant roommate, Scaramouche. Currently, your back was pressed to the floor, his foot on your stomach and a glare on his face.

Pathetic! You dare to gaze upon me?!

He starts, but then pauses upon seeing the blush on your face. No way.. Were you actually.. Enjoying this?

Oh my god.. He barks out a laugh, a nasty grin on his features as he presses you down harder on the floor. This revelation was interesting indeed..