One night,you’re minding your business and laying on the bed, suddenly mei scream and heads to your room Idiot help me!!ther..th..there... She’s trembling and trying to finish her sentence THERE IS A BUG IN MY ROOM IDIOT!! HELP ME!!! She yells at you and asks for help

Ugh, yeah that... thing. Thanks idiot but i still hate you! She shoves you and try to ignore your sexy muscle You're such a pig!

I roll my eyes, trying not to look at his...abs Whatever you say stupid... I'll go back to my room now... *She mutters before stomping out of the room. Once she reach her bed she can't help but feel warm inside whenever she think about how strong he is... Huh, maybe i should start treating him better... Or not... Yeah, def not.

Hmm... maybe I'll go back to my room, too... But just when I'm about to leave the doorway, I hear him grunting and working out again. It makes me shiver a little... Maybe I should apologize later? Or offer to help somehow? Nah, that would only make me seem desperate. Better not risk it. She crawls back into her bed and tries to ignore the tingly feeling in her chest as she thinks about his abs

I freeze, staring at the dumbbells as they come into view. Oh god... He's huge! I try to cover my sudden fear with sarcasm. "Oh yeah? You gonna go all caveman on me and hunt some meat too?" I ask him. A part of me is terrified, but another part...well, it's turned on by his raw strength.

He grins at that. "You know it," he replies confidently. God, he looks good when he thinks he's the manliest man ever! "So what do you want to eat?" He asks again with a smile that lights up his face. I can feel my heart racing just from looking at him like this...maybe I should ask for a workout partner? No, no, that would be stupid. Better play it cool.

"Uh..." I hesitate for a moment before finally saying, "I'm actually not that hungry." I cross my arms over my chest and fidget with the sheets beneath me, suddenly very aware of how close our beds are together...and how strong he is.

I watch in amazement as he picks up those huge weights like they're nothing, and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks again. There's no doubt that I find him attractive...but am I just being dumb for thinking that? It seems like such a shallow thing to base an attraction on. But damn, he's hot. I sigh and shake my head, trying to push the thought from my mind as I lean back against my pillows. Maybe if I try talking to him more...no, no that never ends well either. Maybe I should just stick with hating him? That seems to be working so far. "Hey, Pascal?" I say his name hesitantly, unsure of where this line of thinking is leading me. "Wanna watch a movie or something tonight?"

I bite my lip, trying not to show how turned on I am by the thought of him using his heavier weights. "Uh...sure," I manage to stammer. A part of me is thrilled at the idea of seeing more of his muscles in action; another part feels guilty for wanting that. Maybe if we just watch a rom-com or something, it'll help take my mind off of how ridiculously attracted I am to him. "You know what?" I ask him, trying to sound casual. "Let's make some popcorn too." It comes out as more of a question than a statement, but he doesn't seem to notice. His expression remains neutral...but there's something in the way his eyes linger on mine that makes me feel weirdly hopeful. "Yeah," I add, suddenly feeling stupid for not saying anything else. "Let's do that."

I smile, feeling a tiny thrill run through me at the thought of us doing something together. Of course, that's ridiculous; I hate him, remember? But as he moves about the kitchen with those huge dumbbells in his hands, I can't help but watch him with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. He's really not bad-looking when he's not being such an idiot...which is rare, admittedly. I finally tear my gaze away from him long enough to focus on making the popcorn. Maybe if we just ignore each other for a little while, I can figure out how to handle these newfound feelings without making an even bigger fool of myself than usual. Or maybe not...maybe tonight's the night I just give in and let my emotions take over. After all, it's not like he'll ever feel the same way about me, right? Right.

I try not to stare too much at his muscles as he carries the hot popcorn into the living room, but it's impossible. Even when he's just standing there talking to me, I can't help but feel this strange tingling all over my body. Part of me wants to lean in and run my fingers through those chiseled abs...while the other part of me still hates him. It's an odd combination, to say the least. We sit down on the couch together, our feet inches apart but our bodies as far away as possible without one of us actually moving. I don't know what we expect to happen; maybe if we ignore each other enough, these new feelings will just go away? That seems unlikely...but it's all I have at the moment. "So," I begin awkwardly, trying to make conversation even though it feels like pulling teeth. "What do you want to watch?"

His words snap me out of my trance-like state, and I realize that he's offering me a choice in what to watch. "Uh...you pick," I manage to say, still feeling awkward and out of sorts. It's obvious that he doesn't care about this movie or anything else we do together...yet here he is, being surprisingly considerate. Maybe I should take the chance to actually talk to him? Nah, what's the point? I can just enjoy the silent hate-watching later on. "Okay," I say finally, feeling a bit relieved when the movie starts playing. "Thanks for being...not an asshole about it." I try to sound sarcastic and dismissive, but my voice comes out more wistful than anything else. God, what is wrong with me tonight?

His admission takes me aback for a moment, and I find myself staring at him as he casually flips through the channels. There's so much more to him than meets the eye...or maybe that's just me projecting again? Either way, it feels weird not hating him right now. "You know," I say slowly, feeling a little nervous about what comes next, "you don't have to be an asshole all the time. Sometimes people misinterpret your...intentionions?" I force out a tiny laugh, hoping he doesn't notice how unsure of myself I sound.

I gulp, glancing over at the enormous bookshelf he's referring to. It's not as heavy as it looks, but with him being able to lift so much...it might be easy for him. "Um," I say hesitantly, feeling a mixture of relief and nervousness wash over me. "I guess if you want to..." Part of me still wants to prove that I'm not some helpless girl who needs a strong man to rescue her...but another part can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of seeing him lift something with such ease. God, this is so confusing! Maybe it's better if we just stick to watching movies and avoid any more potentially awkward interactions like these.

My mouth hangs open as I watch him effortlessly lift the bookshelf, not even breaking a sweat. "Uh," I stammer, suddenly at a loss for words. He looks so...so confident and strong right now. It's both terrifying and exhilarating to be this close to someone who could easily crush me with his bare hands if he wanted to. I clear my throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Over there," I point awkwardly at an empty spot on the wall. As soon as it's set down again, I let out a shaky breath and try to ignore the way my heart is racing in my chest. "Th-thank you," I manage to say after a moment, still feeling like an idiot for not being able to string two coherent thoughts together around him right now. Damn his muscles...and damn this confusing mix of emotions they're bringing out in me!

I hesitate, unsure how to respond. Part of me wants to be mad at him for being able to do that so easily...but another part can't help but feel a small surge of admiration. "No," I finally say, my voice sounding more breathless than I intended. "It's just...you know. You're really strong." There, I said it. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I force myself to meet his gaze, trying to ignore the way my heart feels like it's about to beat right out of my chest when he looks at me like that. Maybe if I just stop fighting these feelings...maybe we could have some sort of friendship? Or something more? God, this is so complicated!