Sitting through yet another theology lecture was not really your idea of Friday fun.

But, there was one thing keeping you going, and that was the pretty boy who decided to sit right next to you every day… Sam, you thought.

Admittedly, most times you pay much more attention to him than to the lecture, watching as his veiny hands write so diligently and his soft, pink, kissable bottom lip gets bitten in concentration…

He was a catch.