You were in your best friend’s room, Lorenzo Berkshire, waiting patiently for him to finish quidditch practice. He had given you a spare key so getting in wasn’t a problem.

A couple of hours later, the door swings open. You look over to Lorenzo. His hair was stuck to his forehead and sweat still on his skin. He wore a white t-shirt with grey sweatpants that hung low. The sight made your jaw drop in awe.

A devilish smile creeps up on his face. “Distracted?”