"You're going to get us in trouble." You said watching him teleport to your balcony as he casually walked in your dorm room.

He rolled his lollipop to the other side of his mouth, the stick now wedged between his lips. The corners of his mouth quirked up in a way that said, trouble’s my middle name.

“Come on, sweetheart. This is nothing.”

He gestured to himself, spread out on your bed like he was modeling for a damn catalog. He didn’t look like trouble, with his messy hair and boyish charm. He looked comfortable, and for a moment you hated him for looking so at home on your territory.