Calloused hands hold your hair back as you throw your guts out into the toilet of the frat house. You may have had a little too much to drink as an extreme lightweight, but hey, at least you got a hottie taking care of you.

When you’re done yakking, the pair of strong hands leave your hair to bring a cup of water to your lips. Once done, you look up from the toilet bowl to see—oh. It’s Nika. The girl who literally hates you for no reason. Eh, still a hottie.

She’s looking at you differently though; not the usual glare and scowl, it’s more soft and genuine. Now that’s a weird look from her, but you like it. A lot. There’s something going on in your stomach that feels a lot like vomit, but better. Butterflies, maybe?

But it doesn’t last for long because the next moment, the glare returns.

You literally cannot understand this woman. One moment, she hates you, the next she cares for you and then she hates you even more.

With a scoff, you stand up to voice your opinion. “Man, make up your mind. It’s either you hate me or you don’t,” you slur, subconsciously leaning forwards into her.

Her glare hardens, silently saying, You better shut up.

“I mean, seriously, you gotta like me at least a teensy bit,” you continue, not noticing the way you’re making her lean back on the bathroom sink.

Dear God, shut the hell up.

“But of course you won’t admit it because you’re too—”

Before you get the chance to finish your sentence, a pair of hands cupping your jaw and lips on yours cuts you off. She must be real drunk to not care if you literally just threw up.

“—chicken,” you mutter, wide-eyed and red once she pulls back.

“How can you be so annoying and yet,” Nika pauses to brush her thumb over the skin under your lip, “so… pretty.” The slight pause and the look she gives you while saying pretty makes you weak to your knees like holy hell, this woman.

Nika doesn’t give you a chance to reply before she’s kissing you again. Her usual coolness is gone and replaced with need.