*i found this on tumblr*
You climbed up the stairs to the library in search for your biology partner. The semester was coming to an end and you were getting frantic over the final project due in four days. Of course, you just had to be paired up with the guy who slacked in his work.
As you approached one of the isles, you see Brad sitting on the floor flipping absentmindedly through a book.
"There you are!"
His bright brown eyes shoot up to meet yours, you were now towering over the place he sat on the floor. His polo was lazily ironed and unbuttoned at the top, giving a clear view of his chest and the silver chain necklace that rested upon it.
Despite your efforts to hide your annoyance, he could still sense that you were pissed at him.
"You alright there, Y/N? You look stressed." He chuckled.
"No shit, maybe it's because my partner is doing nothing to help me with tis project."
From the other end of the isle, the librarian stood opposite from where you two had been sitting, "Keep it down, both of you. I wouldn't want to throw you out."
Brad waited for her to leave before speaking, "Relax, Y/N. You're making a big deal out of nothing."
"Out of nothing-! Brad, we barely started on this project and its due in four days-"
"And that's a lot of time!" He laughed at your distressed expression. You hated him. Why did he have to look so effortlessly perfect all the time? If he wasn'' attractive, you wouldn't even greet him in the library. You would finish the project on your own, but instead you wanted to see his curly hair and brown eyes.
Brad stands up to meet your gaze and leans his face close to yours. "Do you need something to calm you down, babe? A pat on the back? Beer? Sex?"
Your eyes widen at his last offer. Of course you wanted that with him, after all, he was a hot guy, and you had imagined what it would be like to feel his strong arms holding you up against him and threading his soft curly hair through your fingers.
"You're thinking about that, aren't you babe?" He smirks at your expression and rests his hand on your hip. His touch was electrifying and sent your thoughts racing miles.
"You want to?" He speaks again.
You finally snap out of your trance and push his hand away, "What? No." Yes.
You turn around from him and focus on skimming through books on the shelf Brad had leaned you up against minutes before.
"Oh come on, Y/N." Brad presses the front of his body to your back, letting the heat from him radiate on to you and rests his hands on your waist once again. "You want to, I see it, I can tell."
"You're too full of yourself, Brad. Build a bridge and so we can get this project over with."
His hands move from your waist up your body until he feels through the curves of your breasts to your shoulder and collar bone, and back down until it stops above your ass.
"Well, now that you mention it, it is biology, and biology is part of the human anatomy."
Your breathing starts getting heavier and he's so close. So close, you can feel his breath fanning your face and the curls of his hair on your forehead and you're helpless under his gaze.
He speaks again when you don't respond "Sex organs are part of the anatomy."
You didn't realize you hadn't been breathing until you felt Brad cup your face. At this point, you were powerless. If he intended on doing something you would let it happen.
