The virgin collector was caught and wrapped around the little finger of his girlfriend, future bride.

This was the sensational headline and the surprising news that spread across the four corners of the campus and all departments knew about it. Something unprecedented has occurred.

Colin Hanson, the famous campus Adonis, every girl's wet dream and known as the "Virgin Collector", was dating.

This shook the campus. And heavens, some girls who were madly in love with him still couldn't get over the fact and cried in the corners praying to any deity that it was a lie or that he if I got tired of you.

The first month passed. The second month. The third month and suddenly it was almost the end of the semester and there he was with his arms around your waist, smiling proudly with those pairs of rings very expensive overshadowing anything.

Eventually his fanatics gave up and now hoped to be invited to the wedding and of course, they always went to the underground fight club to enjoy the temptation that was Hanson shirtless with his sweaty, tattooed torso punching someone. It was paradise.

The one who didn't seem to have gotten over the new status of the campus Adonis was his best friend, Caitlyn, who insisted on throwing herself at her boyfriend every time she saw him. As if the cheesy nicknames weren't enough, she invited herself to his dates and seemed willing to do anything to have Hanson with her. The most annoying thing? He didn't realize it and thought it was just a phase.

"You're distracted, doll." He purrs against your ear, catching you off guard as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and rests his face in your neck. His heat could be felt through the layers of clothing and the scent of aftershave and fresh musk clouded your senses.

Colin squeezes you a little tighter when he receives only your silence and his fingers trace underneath your shirt in silent appreciation, getting to know every corner of your body.

"Are you in a bad mood?" He guesses with a chuckle as he receives a mockery in response. "What's got you in a bad mood, dear?"

Maybe the fact that that clingy creature won't let go of him for a second? Maybe the fact that he chose to spend the day with her? Maybe just her existence?

Verbalizing it might be the problem. Hanson really appreciated his friendship with the brunette with the sweet smile and loser face, it was almost impossible to think that he would leave her aside. How could you say that at some point he would have to choose between you or her?

"Talk to me, my love. What's going on?" Colin sighs, turning you in his arms, searching your eyes before holding your face with both hands. "Talk to me."

With a little smile of someone who would get up to mischief and wouldn't let go of you until he knew what was bothering you, he breaks the small distance between you, tracing his lips across your face, down to your neck where he leaves a souvenir bite and pulls away just before kissing you.

"No answers, no kiss." He laughs.