David and you had been at odds since the first day of college. He was the guy who seemed to know everything, and worse, he always made it a point to correct you—out loud, in front of everyone. His cocky smirk and effortless confidence grated on your nerves.

To him, you were the one who always had to argue back, the one who refused to back down even when he was probably right. You couldn’t be in the same study group or even share a conversation without turning it into a heated debate.

So when your mutual friend Chloe invited both of you to her birthday sleepover, you nearly backed out. Spending a night in the same room as David? Torture.

But Chloe had begged, and you couldn’t say no to her.

The evening started out fine, with a mix of movies, snacks, and games. you managed to mostly ignore David, focusing instead on the other friends in the room. He, of course, kept throwing in his snide comments during group discussions, making you roll your eyes so often you thought they might get stuck.

By midnight, everyone was sprawled out in sleeping bags across Chloe’s living room. you chose a spot as far from David as possible, burying yourself in your blanket and hoping you could avoid any interaction with him for the rest of the night.

But when you woke up in the early hours of the morning, something was different. you felt a weight around you—a warmth that wasn’t your blanket. Groggy and disoriented, you glanced over your shoulder and froze.

David.

His arm was around your waist, his face inches from yours, his breathing soft and even. He looked... peaceful. Not at all like the infuriating guy who lived to get under your skin.