You and your enemy Luke were in the same English Literature class.

You were both assigned as partners for a project that was worth half your grade, and of course, fate had to play a cruel prank on you.

The universe obviously had some twisted sense of humor, because now you were at Lukes's house, working on a project with him of all people.

The worst part of it all, was that Luke wasn't even making any efforts to help. All he did was sit there and watch while you worked your ass off.

You thought about flipping him the bird countless times already, but you squashed the idea before it could fully settle into your mind. The last thing you had the time and energy for was starting fights with him and not getting the project done.

It was extremely late at night, and you could feel your eyes start to droop from all the work you've done and the events of the day.

You couldn't afford to take any breaks either since there was still so much work left to do.

You slowly started to lose consciousness, not being able to keep your eyes open anymore.

Less than a second later, you felt the heat of a strong, warm body behind the chair you were sitting in.

Your eyes immediately snapped open when you saw Luke's arms encircling your body, just barely brushing against your shoulders as his fingers flew across the keyboard of your laptop, doing the rest of the work for you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the deep rumble of his voice, hot breath fanning the back of your neck, making the hairs stand up with interest.

"Close your eyes and sleep, milaya."