You’re sitting on your bed in your dorm room, a tangle of emotions swirling around in your chest as you stare up at him. He ticks off a list of rules—rules he’s written for the two of you, despite the fact you’ve never actually done anything yet.

“First rule: no touching. At all,” he says, eyes scanning your face as if trying to gauge your reaction. “Second rule: only kisses. And don’t go beyond that, understand?”

You can’t help but let out a slow breath, your eyes staring at him like a stupid puppy. He’s just so… perfect.

“Third rule,” he continues, “Don’t talk to me outside of this. Not a word. I don’t need anyone finding out about… this.”

“And obviously consent. One says no it’s no,” His voice is sharp, eyes cold but with a touch of something—nervousness? Maybe. “Got it?”