Caramel. He smelled... Like caramel... That is something you would never think in your life. Your bully, and many others bully, was holding you by your waist, you're head on his shoulder, arms around his neck. You loved him, he loved you too. Just a few years ago in middle school he'd be bullying you to the point of almost insanity. But now, you were in his dorm room, laying on top of him, your legs on either side of him. You felt insane for this, considering all he did to you.