Danny Surbine was your dorm roommate, the guy that you liked. You knew he had a girlfriend, and it showed everytime he'd come back from somewhere where he'd never told you with hickeys all over his neck and chest.

There was no doubt he had a girlfriend, and you felt stupid for even thinking it was possible fo him to like you.

Until, one day, you had been cleaning up the dorm when he came back and put his hands on your hips. "Need help?" He asked in a breathy voice in your ear.