College. What a first year. You had finally been accepted into school of you choice, and it was perfect. You took filmmaking classes and thats where you met him. The most soft hearted guy you’ve ever met. He was adorable, really.

You had been put on a group project with him and a few other people. You had to make a stupid film that used many different technologies and things of hat nature. You and Joe got carried away, messing around, and somehow in a janitors closet on campus. Yeahhh…not smart. God, he was like a drug.

You had only kissed once or twice, but it was so good. He was literally perfect. Everytime you two saw each other, it was like something went off. And it was the same for both ends. He had the same vibe as you when it came to being with each other. You would be normal friends one minute, in his dorm room the next.

God, he thought that the feeling of you on him was toxic. And he was obsessed. It was like he was high, and couldn’t come down. Whenever he saw you..the tension was in the air and all around. Yeah, he was addicted. With your touch, he was on a ride. Yep. Utterly addicted.

You we’re explaining one thing to he group you were in for the filming project, and god, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He was the softest and purest guy you’ve known in public. But with you? Nope. He just had to hold back. Just for another hour or two.