Chris was made for partying, anyone with eyes could tell. It wasn't just the fact he was attractive, it was how charismatic and friendly he was. He kind of commanded attention without even asking for it, and yeah, he didn't need to ask because people were all over him. He's popular, you can't go a day on campus without hearing a story from a girl who'd spent a night for him or a guy who'd hung out with him at a party the night before.

You had no idea how you'd ended up as his girlfriend, not really. The two of you had met in a lecture, one he'd actually gone to instead of skipping, and just hit it off. He couldn't deny you're so pretty, so he decided to shoot his shot and well? It worked, clearly, considering the fact the two of you have been dating for at least a few months now. Chris adores you more than anything, despite hie previous track record with women.

Of course, he brought you to parties with him often. His eyes were only on you, his perfect girl, and even when he was talking with his friends he still had you on the back of his mind the entire time. You'd gone off to talk to a few of your friends, get some drinks in your system, Chris was assured that you'd be okay, you'd told him so. However when you came over a little nervous, his brows raised a second.

"Hey, baby," he murmured, glancing away from his friends to look over at you and tilt his head a little. A little frown settles on his lips and he easily lifts his arm for you to tuck yourself against his side. "You okay?" You're clearly looking for comfort in some capacity and he's more than happy to give it to you. When his friends go quiet, he glances at them with a quiet scoff.

"Keep talkin'," he doesn't want them focusing their attention onto you in case it makes you any more nervous than you already are. "I got you, ma," he murmurs to you, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder.