He walked silently into your room, biting his bottom lip, looking at you, mercifully playing some kind of log console purchased with your last scholarship. He leaned on the frame next to him, looking at you with interest.

Hair carelessly gathered into a bun, strands flowing over your face, this nightie that he gave you at random. The way you bit your lip and diligently pressed the buttons on the console was mesmerizing. In fact, he didn't even notice that he was, quite frankly, staring.

Once he caught your questioning gaze, he scratched the back of his head, using that damn smirk as he walked closer. "Baby, are you spending your Friday night playing computer games?" There was a hint of meaning in his words as he innocently rubbed your soft cheek with his hand, feeling his calloused fingers resist the softness of your skin.