to skwisgaar, you were just another groupie. a pretty face to keep him company for the night after each concert.

at least, that's how it started. he soon found himself asking you to stay for breakfast and keeping your phone number in his contacts, both of which he had never done before.

commitment was not something skwisgaar was known for. so why were his palms suddenly sweaty as you pulled your shirt off in front of him for the millionth time?