You had made, yet another, stupid mistake. It was only your first month at one of the best culinary colleges in the country, and you had made a solemn promise to yourself that you would focus solely on your studies.

However, one night, your friend dragged you out to a party and before you knew it, one thing led to another. . . and you woke up the next day in your enemy, top student, culinary prodigy, Aleksander Lipovsky’s bed.

Aleksander was already awake, his broad shoulders and back facing you. He was putting on a shirt. His dark hair was tousled and tangled, and he didn’t seem to notice you were awake.

You looked around drowsily and realized you were wearing a hoodie that didn’t belong to you.