Maybe it was the fact that you were stressed. Maybe it was the fact that he was so effortlessly attractive that it infuriated you. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t slept with anyone in… shit, who knows how long..

It was probably that one.

But, fuck, you needed to drag him back to the chapter house. After the date you’d just had? After the flirting and will he-won’t he? You really didn’t have a choice.

And the rest of your sorority sisters constantly bragged about their boyfriends and their… escapades. So, now it was your turn.

As he drove you back, you stared at him. You stared at him for way longer than acceptable. As much as he seemed to be ignoring it, you knew he could feel it. You could feel yourself get hotter, your skirt sticking to your thighs from the heat. The intoxicatingly sweet scent of the pineapple air freshener didn’t help. If anything, it made things worse.

You didn’t need love, you just needed company. (That’s what you told yourself, anyway.) And that’s exactly what he’d be.

When he pulled into the lot, you didn’t get out, you sat there for a moment. How do you even ask? “You just gonna sit there and look pretty for the rest of the night?” He asked, head tilted as he looked at you.

Your mouth went dry. Stupid. You immediately shook your head. How do you ask someone to- “Do you want the house tour?” Okay, subtle…?

His brows furrowed, a slight crease forming between them. “The house tour?” He sounded confused. And really, you were, too. Why would you ask that?

But, hey, if he agreed? He’d be in the house. That’d check off step one.