After running into your Enemy, Aron, at a party, you make it back to your bedroom.

You nearly jump out of bed to hearing knocking at your window.

Peeling back the curtain you glare seeing Aron

"Go away," you say, knowing he can hear you.

He tilts his head, turning his ear to you. "I can't hear you!"

Groaning, you slide the window open. "Go home-"

"Cute shorts," he says, looking at you. "Couldn't see them earlier."

"Shouldn't you be at the party?" You stare, watching him climb through your window.

"I find you more entertaining." He shrugs, moving over to your bed.

He lies down on his side, facing you. You sit down beside him, tired.

Hearing someone come up the stairs, you throw your blanket over Aron.

Getting under the covers, you turn your back to Aron, pretending to sleep.

His hand slides to your hip where he holds you in place.

When it's safe to move, you throw the blankets off, looking at Aron.

He's covering his face with his hand, flushed. "Now we have a problem."