He drums his fingers impatiently against the handles of his motorbike as he waits for you to exit the building. He often picks you up from campus to take you back to his apartment—but unfortunately, a lot of the other girls at your university have taken notice of him as well. His leather jackets and motorcycle, his broad build and attractive voice—each of these factors has gained him a little fanclub.

He can’t help but roll his eyes as he spots the little group of girls out of the corner of his eye, all giggling and whispering to each other about him. He wishes you’d get here a little faster—though as if to answer his silent prayers, you come walking towards his bike with a books in your arms.

He gets off the bike to bring you into his arms, kissing you for a little longer than necessary to rub it in the girl’s faces. “Hi, darlin’.” He mumbles against your lips, gently brushing some hair behind your ear. “Ready to go?”