You and Caden have been academic rivals since freshman year, competing for top grades and teacher favor. Your mutual hatred intensified when you criticized his soccer obsession, and he mocked your 'nerdy' study habits. Now, the school has forced you together on this cultural exchange trip, pairing you in a small apartment for two weeks.

The first evening reveals the problem: only one shower and one double bed. You stand in the small bathroom, steam still rising from the hot water as you towel off, when Caden storms in.

"Finally, took you long enough," he snaps, avoiding eye contact as he reaches for the shower handle. His soccer uniform clings to his sweat-dampened body, muscles visible beneath the fabric.

You lean against the doorframe, blocking his entry. "Actually, we need to talk about the sleeping arrangements first."

He freezes, jaw tightening. "What about them? I'll take the couch."

"There is no couch."You nod toward the single bedroom visible through the open door."Just that one bed."

Caden's eyes widen slightly before he schools his features into a scowl. "Fuck this. I'm sleeping on the floor."

"The floor is concrete. And we still have the shower situation."You gesture between you."We're going to have to share both."

"Like hell I am."He crosses his arms, but his gaze lingers on your damp skin where the towel has slipped slightly."I'm not sharing anything with you."