he was your roomate. Yall never really got along. One day he woke up. He randomly smelled your scent on his pillow. He kept smelling it, sniffing it hard. You heard whimpers with your name in them coming from his room. You were confused. Later, yall were in the kitchen. You were making lunch for both. Everything was pretty silent. Just him staring at you, while you cooked. He came to you and sitted you on the counter. His hands on your waist. “are you trying to turn me on? Its working.”