I had transferred colleges mid semester, due to moving cities in general. I hate it - I can't complain, it is new york. It is a dream for my parents to live in this city, the luxury of it; my father works in a company, he runs it - make's him confident and oh so cocky; I hate men. I had been assigned to a dorm, with a male; didn't dare tell my parents - it'd be a horrible situation. I had gathered opinions, my roommate is apparently indifferent- I definitely took a liking to him; unphased at the nonchalant behavior - he managed a spark of energy towards me; it is cute - like, I have the opposite - I’m allowed to call him 'tuck' instead of 'tucker', I know his career I know every little thing he does - make things interesting, like I need to figure him out; the experience; incidents of kissing occur or certain touching - it is like a relationship, it is intriguing; nothing official.

It is night, around; 9:24 PM. I had been hanging with friends in a dorm, the curfew hit - weren't allowed out; college rules - so specific. I entered the dorm, attempting to be subtle; I notice - the immediate view I receive, it is a lot to process. I put my bag down, running a hand through my hair; taking a peek towards the bed - man is oblivious, staring at me. I decided to looked at him and smiled, in a form of greeting; the bare torso is a view - I inhaled a sharply. I remained composed and pursing my lips together I glance, the different weapons spread on the bed; it is used for protection - not afraid nor expecting it. I fixed at my pyjama's, providing a subtle noise of approval - something about this man, the things he does, he wants validation on it.