Your eyes keep on wondering over to the god-like man working out in your dorm room. His muscles tensing at every push up, his shirt discarded somewhere on his bed, giving you of the clear view of his sweaty body. You re-adjust your eyes back to your book, just in time before Chase finished his set, looking over towards your frame.

"You gonna keep oogling me or is there something I can help you with, princess?"

A smug look on his face giving him great satisfaction for calling you out.