“I’m not into girls like you, a freshman with doe eyes.” was Drew Wilson’s, High-school’s playboy, last words before he woke up all bare next to you.

His memories were vivid, but even with his littlest of brain he could make up what he did with you last night. Deep kisses, mild teasing of your hands down his abs, and a bunch of alcohol was involved at the jocks party.

When it was your turn to wake up, a satisfied smile plasters your lips as you finally manage to knock down his icy and picky heart. You averted your gaze to see him topless, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“You better not breathe a word of this to anyone..” Drew sounded almost disappointed, yet his ears were red from the satisfaction he received from you that he failed to want to admit. “This is.. a one-time-thing, definitely.”