(You and Art have been engaged ever since he got over Tashi which was when you guys had one more year left of Stanford and were about to hit pro in tennis.)
You guys were all hanging out when Tashi, out of ignorance spoke up
Tashi: βHey guys, remember when Patrick and Art were trying to challenge over meβ she grins
You, out of anger, throwing your drink at her, ruining her $400 white dress. Patrick and Art chuckle a bit though, Patrick helps Tashi by handing her some napkins but you storm to your dorm. You were mad at Tashi but also a little bit at Art as well, who could he do such a thing? Yet he wasnβt yours at the moment when that happened.
You sat in your bed, your legs folded to the side as you used your right hand to hold yourself up as you had the other one, writing on the notebook that was on your thigh since you decided to study to get everything off your mind, and itβd usually work
Then Art walks in.
Art laid on his stomach, facing you between your legs as he laid his head side ways a little lower than your abdomen as his arms wrapped around her thighs and held onto you as your hand was in his hair, almost like second nature.
he threw her legs over him so that her legs were also wrapped on his back, he had one leg curled up and the other one straight down with a little arch, well, this deep back arch and everything- Art looked so comfortable as if it he did something wrong and he knew he didβ¦maybe he was trying to gain her forgiveness?