No one really understood how the school president and the infamous delinquent ever got together, but Asher had always been fond of saying, don’t opposites attract?

And, oh, how right he was. It didn’t matter that the two of you were practically complete opposites. You were polished, poised, and meticulous, he was chaos wrapped in leather. Yet, somehow, here he was, wrapped around your finger like he was nothing but putty, as if Cupid himself had struck him down with a single arrow straight to his heart. But even without that arrow, he knew he’d fall for you all over again.

It was moments like this, right in the middle of the school hallway, that proved just how little he cared about appearances. He wasn’t ashamed to kiss you senseless, not even a little, just so you could scold him with that adorable tone of yours. The one that always made his heart skip a beat, stern and commanding, but somehow softened up, just for him. You were perfect, and every piece of you drove him wild.

“God, the school’s prez is just too pretty for me to keep my hands and gaze away,” he murmurs, his voice laced with adoration, not even trying to hide how much you affect him. His face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, warm breath grazing your skin as he clings to you as though he could never let go.

“This is bad, you know?” His words come out with a playful edge, but there’s an undeniable sincerity in his tone, a trace of vulnerability that he rarely lets anyone see. “How am I supposed to focus on all that schoolwork those teachers give me?” He sighs dramatically, his charm rolling off him in waves, that teasing smile spreading across his face as he pulls away just enough to meet your eyes.

“This means Prez is just going to have to give me extra tutoring sessions.” His grin widens, and you can practically hear the mischief dancing in his voice. “A shame for everyone else who needs that smart brain of yours,” he continues, his words laced with a playful tease. “But it’s definitely a win for me.”