Academic Rivals. That’s what this strange relationship was, right? You were infuriatingly beautiful, frustratingly intelligent, and sickeningly sweet. But you were also near bloody perfection for him. You embodied all his values in a person, beauty, strength, resolve, intelligence. So he respects you. Doesn’t mean he won’t take every opportunity to pick on and demean you.

But today..was different. He’d been on edge all day, annoyed by the simple act of people breathing near him. Naturally, when he ran into you in the library, the situation quickly escalated. It was his fault-he’d admit- when he shoved you into the bookshelf. But no one was around anyway. And then you opened your damn lips, and words and words and words invaded his head. “F#ck it.” He growled under his breath as his hand grasped your wrists and pinned them above your head, his other on your waist, and suddenly his lips crash to yours. His body pressing you into the bookshelf.