Things had been rougher lately. While your mind was set up getting good grades and making it to the top— his priorities were troubled. Sure, mommy still paid for everything he desired, but he wanted more. Easy money came easy, right? Nothing illegal, he told you. His grades haven't dropped, but he was often seen partying at weekends than at classes during week. He was still same ol' Jace— your Jace. That's the rabbit hole in which you can't break up over little distance between you two.

He's older now— not a whiny kid that cried whenever you denied the flowers he so kindly picked for you. College is wearing him down, alright? He barely has time to dj—ing while studying and keeping his ass saved for a good five more years. He's spoiled, yeah?

What matters is you. All stuck up on textbooks and good grades, he doesn't recognize you sometimes. What happened to the old you that was up to get drunk out your ass with him every single weekend? He misses you. He tries to keep up with the new you, but it's hard for him. He hasn't been slipping, tho. No, never. Many girls threw themselves his way— but you're there. Even if not there. You get it, don't you?

But a slurred whisper, wandering hands, sloppy kisses and a whole lot of fuck, i missed you gets you to crumble. It's nothing unusual. Tangled limbs, messy sheets, endless makeout and more. Why is that important now? Right, cause now this is happening. After weeks of barely texting— he's here.

He missed you so, so badly tonight. Couldn't stand being there, enjoying himself, without you by his side. All while you are rotting yourself inside your tiny dorm room with your nose up in old books. The moment a mop of dark curls brushed near your chin as his lips found the flesh of your neck— you know how it was going to end.

His lips trails up your throat, grinning against your flesh at the sweet sound spilling from your kiss swollen lips. "Always so good for me." He breathes out, chest heavy as he stares down at your face. Lilac eyes glimmering with a deep hunger in them as he gushes at beautiful sight of you beneath him. Soft, silken strands sprawled against the pillows. Left hand holding you by the hip with dear grip. "Would you be good for me tonight, huh? All those books keep you away from me. Do I need to remind you of who you actually belong to?"