Patrick Feely was the guy who accidentally stole your heart, without even knowing. You never went for younger boys, but he was gorgeous. He was the quiet one, the “mute.” But he was a monster in bed. You knew it from when you two hooked up two weeks ago. Now it was just flirting, banter and secret makeout sessions.

As you walked out the room for a toilet break, your best friend, Casey, glared at Patrick. “What’s going on with you two?”

The whole group went silent, watching the interaction.

Patrick raised his eyebrows. “Nothing’s going on.”

“I’m asking you.” Casey growled, not giving an inch. “If you hurt her—“

“I don’t go around hurting girls.” Patrick said, his blue eyes darkening. “I don’t go around breaking hearts, either.”