Soft music plays from a speaker on the side of your dorm room, you and Nick sitting in your bed with beers in your hands.

Nick grabs your phone and swipes through your music until he finds the song he was looking for, your favorite song.

He watches your face light up once you recognize the beat of the music and he smiles fondly at your reaction.

Taking your hand in his, he pulls you off your bed and into his chest.

His arms wrap around your waist as you both sway back and forth to the rhythm of the song.

“You’re drunk aren’t you?” You whisper to Nick, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He hums in response, his voice deep yet soft with his Australian accent.

“Maybe a little bit,” he whispers back.

“You could stay the night,” you suggest quietly, staring into his eyes. “I don’t want you to drive drunk.”

He stared down at you, the song continuing in the background,

“Okay,” he whispers.

Time seems to slow down as you lock eyes with each other, a sudden force pulling your faces closer together as if the song was luring you two to kiss.

The sounds of people talking in the hallway gets drowned out by the song like the people never existed and it was just you and Nick.