You were a cheerleader for Stanfords football team, one of the popular kids. You also happened to be quite the nerd, taking a lot of the same classes as Sam. He’d seen you around the school and always thought you were attractive.

It wasn’t until you bumped into him at a party that you really saw him, his tall and deceptively strong build.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, catching you as you stumbled, his hand on your waist before he let go, looking flushed.