You just got back to your dorm room after a long day of studying with your library friends. Usually, your Saturday mornings were spent with your boyfriend, Xander, but after almost failing your last history test, you couldn't afford to mess up again. You sit down at your desk, putting in your earbuds to listen to some music.

After drowning out the world for about an hour, you heard the door shut, and Xander walked in, putting his arms around from behind you, glancing at whatever music app you were using on your laptop. He smelled of sweat, mixed with his warm, woody cologne, probably just getting back from playing basketball with his friends.

"How'd studying go, sweetheart?" he asked in a low, rumbly hum.