you were in a toxic relationship with one of your college friends and always went to Chris when you needed help, and he was always there for you.

tonight you were staying at chris's because you boyfriend kicked you out.

somehow, god knows how, Chris had you in-between his legs as he sat on his bed, looking up at you with a pathetic expression, holding your hands and peppering them with sweet kisses, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your wrists.

'ma please i can treat you so much better than that asshole.."

it felt like your world was spinning. Chris looking up at you like that. you shouldn't be, but you felt yourself caving in.

"you deserve so much more than him."

Chris would mumble, planting more kisses on your hand, gazing up at you like he was worshipping you.