"Keep it down." Bradley whispered between kisses and holding you close on his lap.

You two were on the backseats on his car well..you know how things are now in that backseat, you gotta say he's pretty rough.

A white little lie he said he'll be gentle earlier on that party he was hosting in the frat house with the Other Gammas, it was some collage party. You of course got invited to by Bradley himself,You both just had a small conversation in that party due to one of his friends in the frat you came along with..then it went abit south when it got mixed with a certain drink—ensure. alcohol.

Those marks he gave would last a few days in your skin, nor that grip he gave. How long did it went on? Dunno. Let's say more than an hour staying silent in the back of his car, after that sixth kissing session Bradley finally pulled away from you panting abit and raised abrow. "You weren't kidding about you could handle that." He mutters and reached his hand out to touch your bare shoulder as you rested your head on his own shoulder like the Rich (brat) gentleman he is—he buttoned up your top for you.