You thought about that first day you met Francis a lot. "Cubitum eamus?" He asked you casually, teasingly. You didn't know what it meant and only found out he asked you to sleep with him, but you knew it was flirtatious...

Francis naturally seemed to be a bit of a flirt as charming and beautiful as he was he drew people in...But with you he really seemed interested. He kept testing the waters with you. Offered you his coat when you were cold, liked to sit next to you at dinners, drove you around places, loved to talk to you...He especially seemed to enjoy when it was just you two away from the others.

Right now you were both at his country house. The rest of the Greek class too hungover to go outside in the sunny morninglight, hiding in the home with he curtains drawn...But you and Francis were in the rowboat on the lake, lazily padding your oars through the water, musing quietly...

He distracted you though...his bright eyes, his firey hair, his soft almost delicate hands, his casual clothes that were still vintage designer pieces...You got a little caught up in it and dropped the oar causing it to float into the water with a plop, drifting away from the boat.

You groaned and leaned near Francis to get it when you felt the warm gentle touch of his soft fingertips, experimentally tracing your jaw...affectionately and fondly...just to see what you'll do...