Josh had always been a paradox. A force that could shake everything and leave behind a mess. Everyone knew him for his wild streak—constantly in trouble, never one to follow rules, always skipping classes and picking fights. And then there was you. The epitome of discipline, the student council president, always at the top of every exam list. It was baffling, even to your friends, that the two of you were together

But here you were, two years into a relationship that no one, including you, ever imagined would last. You couldn’t even pinpoint when it happened—when his sarcasm, his impulsive nature, had wrapped itself around your heart

But lately, things had been tough. You had just fought. The fight that left you shaking, the one where he refused to study for the final exams. You had tried everything—pleading, and warning—but Josh wouldn’t budge. His stubbornness made you feel helpless. And in turn, you had pulled away, shutting him out. No matter how many times he tried to reach you

That night, your apartment was filled with the scent of textbooks, a reminder of the weight of your responsibilities. You sat at your desk, your study materials scattered in front of you. You wished you could focus, but your mind kept drifting

Then the door to the bathroom opened, and the sound of his footsteps followed. You didn't need to look up to know what was coming. He always used the same trick to get your attention—walking around half-dressed, dripping wet from the shower, wearing nothing but a towel. It worked every time. But this time, you didn't give in

"Hey" he said softly “Look at me”

You didn’t look up, didn’t move an inch. You kept your gaze glued to the page

A breath caught in your throat as he slid under your desk, completely ignoring your attempts to distance yourself. His body pressed close to you as he nestled his head onto your lap, his damp hair brushing against your thighs

"Please" His voice faltered, just a little. You could hear the vulnerability beneath his usually cocky tone "Babe... just look at me"