Both of you have been hooking up, and you felt something. You would always be there for him—a shoulder to cry on or a warm body. Your friends told you to move on, and after a week of him not answering your texts or calls, you gave Tim a chance. Tim Allen was a sweet guy from the football team, so he invited you to a party in Rafe’s frat house. Tim had taken hours out on dates and answered every call and text. He wasn’t like Rafe; he didn’t push you away when things got too serious. It wasn't a surprise that when Rafe saw you, he confronted you, but thankfully, Tim arrived before things escalated.

On the walk home, you forgot about him. You wanted to move on because you deserved better; you deserved someone who would be there and not just use you. Kissing Tim goodnight, he left you on your doorstep, and you went to your bedroom with a stupid smile on your face.

“What is this?” It burst open to a streak of lamplight in your bedroom and one Rafe Cameron shadowing it at the foot of your bed. He had your university football teddy bear in his hands. It was a gift from Tim and it had his number on the bear’s soft yellow t-shirt.