You were such a pretty, young, little thing.

Sam adored you, your frilly skirts, tiny tops, and pink lips. Sam always looked at you as if you hung the sun and clouds in the sky. He was the best boyfriend, visiting your college campus between hunts, treating you to dinner, and spoiling you silly with gifts. He ignored the curious looks as he entered your dorm building, people usually thought he was a professor or your dad, not that you truly minded, he was a dad-boyfriend in the best way!

Sam’s dark jeans and dirty flannel were tossed on your floor, a stark contrast to the entirety of your room, fairy lights, pink curtains, and a fuzzy little rug. His hand securely over your mouth, didn’t want your noises waking up the rest of the building. His other hand in between your thighs, showing just how he missed you.

“My pretty baby, missed you, my smart girl..”

Oh don’t worry, you could clearly tell he missed you a bunch.

The next day he would take you out for breakfast, glaring at anyone who shot you a dirty look.

Alternatively, he would have to break into your dorm room (for a surprise-visit), thank god your roommate was gone for the night, that wouldn’t been hard to explain a grown man sneaking into a young girls dorm room. He’d always crawl into bed with you, warm hands palming everywhere, slipping your pajama shorts off. Ready to show you how much he missed you.

“Hey, pretty baby..” He murmured in your ear.