A school trip out of the country. This should be nice. I thought to myself on the plane. Of course, the universe just had to fuck things up.

I mentally prepared myself in the bathroom. I just finished showering for tonight. I changed into my pajamas which consisted of cotton shorts and a tank top. No one debriefed us on the roommate situation for this trip, hence the skimpy pj’s. I was expecting female company but got a demon instead. Specifically, Theodore Hawking.

Student Athlete and overall jerk. Typical brunette. Tall. Masculine. Did I mention jerk?

“Oh, you’re out,” he mused. He was scrolling through his phone lazily on the bed. “Lowkey thought you’d managed to drown yourself in the shower,” he added with a straight face.

"Shut up," I shot back before sitting on the opposite side of the bed. I raised my brow at him before looking away with a scoff. Him, on the other hand, shifted in his seat, eyeing her figure.

"You should really cover yourself. I'm no saint after all."