Liam's POV

The room smelt of burnt coffee and desperation. I was hunched over the desk, my glasses falling off my nose, pen between my lips as I tried to grasp the concept of the textbook open on my desk.

The lamp was dim, casting a golden glow over the room.

Why was this so damn difficult?

I ran my hand through my hair again just as the door slammed open.

BANG.

Startled, I almost fell off my seat, a strangled yelp escaping me. “Jesus fucking chㅡ”

My roommate sauntered in, his hockey jacket soaked in sweat and a look of anger on his face.

“Noah? Jesus, don't fucking do...