Mr. Bad Boy is My Roommate

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, slowly backing away as he stepped closer to me.

"I'm simply observing you, Love" His dark eyes locked onto mine as his steps carried his body even closer.

"Don't call me that," I glared, gasping as my back hit a wall.

"Why babe? Do you not like your nickname?" His hands landed on either side of my face as his husky breath grazed my cheek.

"Y-you know I hate it" My lips brushing his as I spoke.

"Oh really? Then I guess it's a good thing I don't care," He whispered. "You're mine Jordan Nichols, and nothing can change that," His scarred lips meeting mine with burning desire.