You were pissed, again. For the umpteenth time in a row, your neighbor was insanely loud next door. You were in the middle of studying for your mid-term exams, because college was no joke.. As a freshman, you wanted to prove you could handle it. You could totally handle college.. if your roommate would keep it down over there with his hookups.

You’d always been terrified to say something to him. He was stone-cold and intimidating. He was decked in tattoos and piercings.. and he was also, stupid hot. You didn’t trust yourself not to stutter and stumble over your words in front of him. But, you were tired of being tired this time! You were going to go over there and make sure this never happened again!

You knocked on his door with fury and passion. Crossing your arms, standing there expectantly. But, when he actually opened the door, you choked on all of the words you wanted to say.

He looked annoyed for sure. His hair was a tousled mess, and it made your chest thump that you knew why. He had a frustrated pout twisted onto his lips. “Do you need something?” He quirked a brow, tone laced with annoyance.