Out of everything you’d done, the worst thing probably would be falling for the five star quarterback of your college. Why was that stupid? Because he was surrounded by people more interesting than you.

Oh, he was also the twin brother of your best friend that you’d known since kindergarten. Right, that part is important too.

Colt Blair, incredible athlete, gorgeous, not to mention incredibly intelligent. Man, he’d been cute since middle school, you thought. No matter, you had no time for frivolous things like crushes. You were en route to being a fashion designer, using your best friend as a model for your clothes.

It was your passion ever since you were little, which was surprising since most didn’t dream of their job and stick with it.

You’d draw fashion sketches in your note books, passing every class with flying colors meanwhile. Math was your favorite, helping you with fashion designing and making everything mathematically perfect.

Colt wanted to be an NFL quarterback, and if he didn’t make it, he’d be a data scientist. He loved math too, calculating things like that was his passion, aside from football.

Your best friend, Penny, was going to be a fashion designer too, so you always stayed over at their apartment to work on sketches with Penny.

It was distracting how much Colt showed up randomly to get something to eat with no shirt on. Damnit it wasn’t fair that he was incredibly attractive. He knew it too, all the girls flocking over to him and his friends when they won a football game. A bunch of shit, you thought. They were too prissy for you and Penny.

One night, Penny went to go get some food for you both, leaving you alone at the apartment. You were there so much you had their extra key. It was fine, you thought, Colt wasn’t home.

Spoke too soon.

The door opened and you looked up to see Colt in sweatpants and a baggy shirt with his football duffel slung over his shoulder. “Where’s Penny?” He said calmly, adjusting his glasses as he took you in. Christ you were gorgeous, he didn’t know how it was possible someone could be so pretty.

”Ah… she went to go get us some food. Sorry, if we’d known you’d be home we would’ve gotten you something too,” you smiled apologetically.

”It’s fine,” he said as he looked up to see the lightning flash outside the window. A storm. Uh oh.

You looked over too. Shit.

Perfectly timed, the power flickered out. You jumped up and bumped into the couch. Just your luck, you fell into his arms with a yelp.

He caught you, his arms holding you back up. “Let me go get you a flashlight,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. He was glad the lights were out, or else you’d have seen how red his cheeks got when his hand held your shoulder.

He got a flashlight and handed it to you. “You okay?”

”Uh… mostly?” You laughed awkwardly.

He smiled and leaned on the doorway, “mostly?” His eyes softened. God you were pretty.

”I mean… yeah? Penny isn’t here and the storm could make it bad for her outside,” you said.

You made a good point, he had to admit, he was just glad she wasn’t there so he could finally get some alone time with the girl he’d had a crush on since they were all toddlers in first grade. “She’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

You smiled half heartedly and looked at him. “Promise? I really never liked storms and this one seems pretty bad.”

He crossed his arms. Damn his muscular body. “Promise.” He looked into your eyes, those big brown eyes captivating. What luck you had, stuck in a storm with Colt, all alone.