You've hated Vincent since your freshman year in college.

Every time he walked past you in the hallway, he’d tip your glasses just to annoy you and call you,

“Nerd.”

You were a nerd, but you didn’t need him reminding you of it every chance he got.

So when your professor paired you with him for the semester project, you begged for a different partner. But the professor was as stubborn as a rock.

You were stuck.

That’s how you ended up in his dorm room, laptop open, notes scattered, determined to just get this over with. Vincent, of course, wasn’t making it easy.

Instead of focusing, he leaned back in his chair, taking about literally everything  but about everything but the project.

“You know, for a nerd, you type really slow,” he drawled out casually.

You turned and glared at him. “Excuse me?”

He smirked lazily. “You heard me. You're typing like a snail. Before you finish that whole sentence,  the project deadline would be due."

Bold talk for someone who'd done nothing but sit around on his ass all day.

You slammed the laptop shut, standing so fast the chair scraped against the floor. “ Ughhh... I can’t stand you!”

He didn’t flinch. In one move, he reached out, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you close. You stumbled forward, colliding with his chest,your breath catching at how close he was.

His eyes lightened up when he saw your reaction. Then his lips curved into that stupid smirk you've hated since day one.

“Then sit,” he murmured, voice low He blinked and held your chin.

“On my face.”