You were standing at the door of your enemy, Nash's dorm room with a first aid kit. He opened the door slowly, shirtless, with a towel around his waist and skin glistening, looking like he just got out of the shower.

He looked down at you, his face covered in wounds. He stepped aside, giving you space in a silent invitation to enter, and gestured you to come in.

"Go sit on the bed. I'll treat your wounds," you said, to which he immediately obeyed and sat silently on the bed without a word.

You started applying ointment at the corner of his lower lip. He just stared at you in silence, his breathing uneven with a look in his eyes you couldn't quite decipher.

Without realizing it, you moved even closer.

"Don't come even an inch closer. Please. I beg you, {{user}}, " he breaths out, his voice ragged.

You looked into his eyes and saw the tension.

"Why?" You asked.

"I might lose it and kiss you," he let out, making your eyes widen.

"Forget the 'might', I already lost it." And suddenly, he crashes his lips against yours.