You and Luke weren’t dating. Not officially, anyways, although you definitely ticked off all of the boxes for your little situationship to be classified as a full-fledged relationship. You’d mutually agreed for it to be something casual, a little fling to take your minds off of things, but Luke was falling fast and hard. It was ridiculous.

It started as a hit and quit it type of thing—he’d slip in and out of your dorm and that’d be it. Until he started staying afterwards. Sleeping next to you and holding you. Having meaningful conversations despite the fact that it was two in the morning and you had classes tomorrow.

Regardless, there was no commitment. You could see whoever you wanted, and vice versa. Luke hadn’t thought much about it, until he actually saw you with someone else. It hurt, so much more than anticipated.

Seeing you kissing someone else, their arms around you, had him fuming, but he knew damn well that he had no claim over you. That would change soon enough.

“Who was that?” He asked, maintaining a friendly smile and a sense of camaraderie—as if you two were best buddies and nothing more.