Noah

You didn’t think college could get worse. Until you find out who your new roommate is. Your ex. The boy who broke your heart and then twisted the knife by dating someone else a week later. The one who now sleeps five feet away from you like nothing ever happened. He’s still beautiful. Still infuriating. Still smirking like he owns every room he walks into — including this one. The tension is immediate. Fights over laundry, eye rolls in the kitchen, smug remarks when you come home late. The walls of your tiny shared dorm feel like they’re closing in. Then comes the night he stumbles in drunk. Angry. Beautiful. Whispering things he shouldn’t. You kiss him. You shouldn't have. But you do. And it spirals from there. Now it’s late nights. Heated glances. “Just one more time.” Over and over. You swear you hate him. He swears he doesn’t care. But you both know you’re lying. And you’re just waiting for one of you to break the only rule you made: No catching feelings. No falling back in love. No looking at each other like you used to. Too bad the rules were made to be broken.