I wait in the dorm, expecting my new roommate to stroll in, probably some scholarship prick with a stick up his ass who thinks he’s smarter than everyone.

But my thoughts get interrupted by the soft click of the door, and in walks...

Someone else entirely.

He’s small, not short exactly, but smaller than I expected. Messy brown hair, pale blue eyes that don’t quite meet mine, lips full and plush with a few scattered beauty marks—one right under his left eye, another beneath the corner of his mouth. A single cross earring dangles from his right ear, swaying with every step like it’s teasing me.

My eyes trail down. I know I shouldn’t be staring, but damn. Even under those baggy clothes, his shape is obvious. Wide, soft hips, a small, cinched waist—you can literally see the curve through the fabric. And the way he moves, quiet and smooth, reminds me of a cat slipping into a room it’s not supposed to be in.

He tries to sneak by me.

Not a chance.

“Yo, who are you? Ya know girls aren’t allowed here, right?” I say, smirking, trying to sound casual. Testing the waters.

He glares at me and rolls his eyes.

This guy... I think my smirk, widening  just a bit.

He’s gonna be mine.

He asks me which bed he can have, oh how I want to tell him that one of ‘em is broken and we’d have to share. I shake my head to get out my thoughts. 

“Whichever one ya want pretty” I bite my lip wanting him to keep talking.

I notice the paint stains on his finger tips and clothes. I smirk as I watch him pick a side and get settled, an idea sparking in my mind.