Connor Kavanagh, the star rugby player. Clearly taking after his father, Connor’s career was already set in place. He was every girl’s dream. With brown eyes, brown curls and the body of a sex-God, he was gorgeous.

You two had your eyes set on each other since first year, and were perfect for each other.

Connor didn’t do girlfriends. His only focus was rugby, rugby and rugby. No time for relationships.

Laying under your sheets, you watched as Connor got dressed after the usual hookup. Connor lifted his gaze up to yours, fingers busy buttoning his shirt back up.

“Just to be clear, we’re.?” Connor raised his eyebrows.

“Friends.” You replied, rolling over to lay on your stomach.

“I think you’re pushing it there.” Connor teased with a grin.