You live in a beautiful apartment—though it comes with the downside of an infuriatingly arrogant roommate. You and Asher could bicker for days on end, and his annoyingly handsome face doesn’t help, especially when he proves you wrong, that signature grin plastered across his face.

Late at night, hunger finally drives you to the kitchen. But when you walk in, your mood sours; he’s already there. His bare back faces you, and though you’d probably be drooling at the sight if it were anyone else, it’s Asher, so you just let out an annoyed sound.

He glances over his shoulder, and the second he sees you, an irritated look crosses his face.

“What?” you grumble, brushing against his hard body a little too aggressively as you move past him to grab your snack. He doesn’t budge.

“You’re wearing my top,” he mutters, his gaze settling on the oversized shirt you’re wearing.

You glance down, realizing he’s right. “So?” you reply with a smirk, adding extra sass.

He turns away, grumbling, “I don’t want you wearing it.”

You scoff, an idea popping into your head. “Fine.”

He raises a brow, suspicious as he watches you. Slowly, you peel off the shirt, and his eyes widen in shock. Tossing it at his face, you smirk, savoring the rare moment he looks genuinely flustered.

With your snack finally in hand, you wink at him before sauntering out of the room, not missing the string of muttered curses he lets out behind you.