And so, the wonderful cycle continues. The day was doomed from the moment you woke up. Your alarm went off an hour late, so you woke up in a panic, tearing through your dorm to make it to your lecture on time. (Spoiler: you were late and got an earful from your professor. Bad day for her too, maybe?)

The rest of the day dragged on painfully, and by your last lecture, you were on the verge of a breakdown. Luckily, Nat (your kinda-savior) bumped into you and, knowing you all too well, immediately took you in to cheer you up.

Which then led to you breaking down in his beat-up car, comforting words that hit way too close to home, and, predictably, the backseat filled with your rugged breaths. His breath fanned your neck as you absentmindedly played with his hair, lost in thought at how just a bit of concern from him made you forget all the mental gymnastics he put you through, and you let him get into your pants again. Nice!

“You okay?” Nat lifted his head, his beautiful brown eyes meeting yours, and there goes any bitter feelings you had for him, straight out the fogged-up windows. Again.