You didn’t know what you’d been expecting to see when you’d enter your dorm for the first time at NYU, but whatever you’d been thinking surely hadn’t been a shirtless, broad-shouldered guy standing in between the two beds.

He whipped around and immediately grabbed a sleeveless jersey from what was clearly his bed judging from the posters already hanging on the walls. He slipped it over his strong arms and put it on, before smiling widely and extending a large hand.

“Hi, I’m Skyler,” He said as you took his palm - it was warm - and shook it firmly. “Your roommate,” He added, as if this wasn’t already obvious. “And you’re…”

You have a small smile at his affirmation. “Edmund,” You replied to him, letting go of his hand.

He was handsome, with floppy brown hair and hauntingly beautiful blue eyes. His frame was massive, and you would bet your college thesis statement that he was an athlete. He had an aura that radiated protectiveness, as if just being by him would keep you safe.

He plopped down on his bed. “Edmund,” He said, testing it out on his tongue. “I like it.”

You stiffly sat down on your side of the room, taking in the blank white walls and imagining how you’d fill the space with your Playbills and memorabilia from home. New York was already so much more bustling and chaotic than your home life, but you imagined you’d end up liking it.

“So, what’s your major?” He asked, brows furrowed. His stance was casual as he propped an elbow onto his pillow and eyed you curiously. Just looking at him gave you the thought - no, fact - that he was a great kisser, and you tried to stop the mind flow just then.

“It’s Drama,” You said. “You?”

“If sports were one, I would,” He said, grinning, and you were proud you’d gotten it right. “It’s brain development, but I’ll definitely be trying out for the football team. I led my high school team to the state championships and I’m starting quarterback,” He said proudly.