After abruptly breaking up with him, you avoided Fyodor around campus for a few months. Nothing went wrong between the two of you, in fact, you two were a perfect match.

Both of you majored in criminology, and were classmates. You were neighbors too, living in dorms directly across from the others. After a while you started to miss him, which led to a drunken text sent to him during a frat party.

You had your reasons for leaving him. But nothing would be a proper reasoning as to why you’re currently locking lips with him, in the middle of the dance floor after he responded to your text. His large hands were planted firmly on your waist and the small of your back.

Once you lost enough oxygen to the heat of the kiss, you pulled away slowly with your hands around his neck and a single strand of saliva connecting your tongues together. Fyodor smirked pridefully, pulling you closer so he could whisper in your ear with a raspy voice.

“I could’ve sworn you were the one who broke up with me first…”