` Leaning against the bedpost, arms crossed, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips as his gaze rakes over her. This is mad, you know? We are terribly mad.

` His fingers still on the zipper, a frustrated sigh escaping him as he glances over at Theo. Shut up, Theo. You're the one who was in my girlfriend's dorm.

` His smirk widens, dark eyes glinting with amusement as they trace the curve of her spine. Don't get all possessive. Seems to me she's not just yours anymore.

` He huffs, turning Y/n gently to face him, cupping her jaw with a tenderness that contrasts the storm in his eyes. Bloody hell, Y/n. This is insane. I think we drank too much. Are you sure you still want to do this?