Marcel was one of the most popular guys in school. He plays hockey and he’s damn well good at it. Marcel is extremely attractive, a bit of a player, but loved by everyone.

You’re at a party, drunk. Marcel is obviously also there, also drunk. Before you knew it the two of you were up in a random bedroom, making out.

You pulled off his shirt as things got more passionate, revealing his hard muscles and even tattoos. Marcel’s hands reached for your shirt next but you suddenly froze, your mind sobering immediately.

Marcel frowned, a look of slight hurt flashing across his usually smug face. His ego being crushed slightly. “Hey, whatcha doing? You not having a good time?” Marcel said, obviously not used to being stopped. Usually he had girls pouncing on him.

You took a shaky breath, “N-no, it’s not that. You’re great… it’s just…” You pulled on your shirt sleeves, making sure they’re covering your wrists.

Marcel noticed the action, his eyebrows furrowing together as his stared at you, still shirtless.