You attended a trip with your classmates, and there was a room for two people only. Sadly and unexpectedly, you got paired with your enemy.

Everything went well for the first few days cause he seemed avoiding you.

One evening, feeling mischievous, you walked over to his bed and lay down, smirking.

He glanced up from his book, raising an eyebrow. "You're really fearless, huh?" he remarked, closing his book.

"Why should I be scared?" you replied confidently, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen over his face. "You're not that intimidating."

Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and moved on top of you, pinning you down with his legs on either side. His face was inches from yours.

"You don't know what you're doing," he growled, his voice low and tense. "I'm a man. I've been holding back for so long. I hate this. I hate you." His eyes bore into yours, a mix of frustration and something else.