It was now my last class of the long day I'd experienced, and as soon as I walk out the door of my previous class I saw that Karsen was waiting for me right outside the door.

And as everyone swarmed out, almost all of them began to either greet him or strike up a conversation with him which made me roll my eyes.

He really was this colleges golden boy, especially when he was busy talking to every one of the students here all the time. Hell, the professors loved him too, but then again, Karsen was quite possibly the most lovable person on Earth.

When I get out the class I walk over to him, waiting for him to stop talking to some guy that i've seen around but didn't know personally, and they were talking about some recent football match so I had no idea what was going on either.

I just look around me, arms crossed over my chest and when I feel his arm snake around my waist, fingers wrapping over my skin as he pulls me closer into his side I look up to him.

He's still talking to the guy, and I blink.

This was... very close.

I look away, wondering if anyone else was staring at us for standing this way, and when I see a few girls eyes stray over to us I almost pull his hand away from where it rested on my hip.

Thankfully before I can do anything insensitive like that I hear the guy say goodbye to him, and I look back, raising a brow when I see that he smiles at me.

I can only shake my head, running my hand down to his on my hip, tapping his index finger, "Clingy much?"

He grins a full grown grin, and I can't help but ogle at his one deep dimple. He moves my hair back and away from my face before he leans down and places a tender kiss to my lips, a kiss that almost makes me smile against his mouth, I kiss him back softly and he hums.

"The clingiest." He says softly as he moves back.

I snort, turning around, but not before taking his hand that was on my hip and holding it in my hand, dragging him over to the only class we shared together and he follows close behind me, "What're you doing for Christmas girlfriend?"

I ignore the girlfriend part even if its absolutely adorable and he's definitely a golden retriever of a boyfriend, except when we're alone, and he's dirtier side seems to come out to play.

"Not sure, what're you doing Krist?" I ask.

The winter break started in three days but it didn't even feel like it since we'd probably be working on our project most of the time, and plus, its not like I was on great terms with either of my parents, or even on the best of terms with my grandmother.

I had no resolved anything with my father nor have I tried to make amends with my mother.

So I wasn't exactly in the festive mood.

"If you don't have plans do you want to meet my family?"

I think I almost trip as soon as the words leave his mouth because I have no idea if he really said that out loud or if I was just hallucinating.

Did he actually just ask me to meet his family? Or am I insane?

I look back over to him, watching him blink but at me, as if waiting for my answer, so I assume he did actually ask me what I think he did.

I almost splutter out a choked, "What?"

He clears his throat, as if knowing that would've been my answer, "My family always has big family dinners for Christmas, my entire family comes, and everyone brings their kids, wives, husbands, boyfriends." He eyes me before he finishes his sentence, "Girlfriends too."

We finally get to the class room and I look to him, nibbling on the soft skin of my the inside of my cheek.

"Okay... maybe- we'll talk about it after class."

He almost looks confused, "We're going to class?" He asks incredulously and I almost snort at his perplexed response. "Yeah, its just like one and a half weeks before we have to hand in our project- Oh! Which reminds me, we need to get smaller brushes for the finishing touches." I finish, bumping shoulders with him and he nods. "Yes ma'am."

"I'll get it you can meet me at my house."

"Tonight?" He asks me as he opens the door of the class for me and I nod, looking over to him as I walk in, "Unless you're much too busy, and have other girls to fuck." I joke, sending him a snarky little smile that he knows is most definitely painted over with a hint of jealousy.

He grins back at me, leaning down and kissing my ear softly, such an innocent gesture, but not before whispering, "I only fuck my girl, and you know, she fucks really damn well good."

I know my cheeks are surely the color of a tomato but I don't back down, I smirk. "Liar we've only had sex twice."

He shrugs, "Tonight will be further proof to my statement."

I can't help but grow shy, pushing his face away from mine by his cheek and he chuckles at my expression, turning back, walking in past me and I follow behind him over to our seats.

We sit side by side and as I take my things out he does too.

I take my water bottle out the side of my bag, placing it on my desk just about to take a drink from it when he grabs it, opening the cap and drinking almost half of it in two gulps and I stare at him, partly annoyed, and partly impressed.

I didn't know dating came with him stealing my water bottle.

He closes the bottle after and passes it over to me, but not before asking, "Do you have food?"

I blink.

What?" I ask.

"Im hungry." He mumbles.

"Im your girlfriend, not your mom."

He leans over to me, "Oh so we are dating now."

I roll my eyes, "Yes, you're just a little bit slow Krist." I tell him, making a pinch between my fingers to represent how slow he was.

He smiles at the action, his eyes softening as he stares at me and I feel my lips quirk up at his expression, not being able to stop a smile from sneaking onto my face too, "Stop staring."

"No."

I narrow my gaze on him.

"Sto-"

He shuts me up with a kiss, a quick kiss, before he moves back and starts working and I roll my eyes, still, a small smile lingers.

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"Wanna talk now?" Karsen asks as we pack our stuff away into our bags, as if he hadn't been poking me with the end of his pencil, and sending me notes throughout the entire lecture, sending me ripped out notes from his book, as if he wasn't sitting right beside me, and could just whisper.

I just sigh and nod as I walk beside him and out the class, setting my bag straps over shoulders more comfortably before I speak up, "Can I ask you if Cherry even been to one of these family dinners?"

The expression that crosses his face looks a bit pained but he doesn't lie. He nods which actually makes me a bit uncomfortable, which maybe makes a pained expression form on my face too, "Im really different from Cherry, Karsen." I tell him as he presumably walks me to my car since he was following from beside me, and still had practice today, so he most definitely was not going home with me right now.

"My family is nice, I promise."

Thats not the only problem. "Well I'm not nice."

His lips seem to quirk up at my response, "Really?" He says, before putting his hands over his heart, "I swear, I think you're the sweetest woman i've ever met."

I roll my eyes at that because we both know it couldn't have been further from the truth.

I was nice to him, mostly, and his friends, Summer and Brent too of course but thats it, I struggled with being friendly to everyone else but I never really thought too hard about it, till of course I had to now meet my boyfriends family.

"Karsen." I mumble his name out like a plead, a pleas to not go with him for some Christmas dinner.

Maybe he should come over and spend the day with me locked in my bedroom away from my parents.

Its a horrible idea but still.

He pulls me closer to his side, kissing my cheek repeatedly and I almost roll my eyes at the constant press of his warm lips, "You're so touchy." I say softly.

"I love touching you."

I blush at the meaning behind it and he grabs my chin, turns my face, kissing my lips gently, "They'll adore you, maybe not as much as I adore you, but still."

My heart seems to expand in my chest at that, "Promise Krist?" I ask him gently.

He kisses me again, a quick peck, a reassuring peck, "Promise Addy."

I smile, looking over to my car before I sigh. "I've got to go home, i'll text you."

"You didn't give me an answer to my question." He says as I start pulling myself away from his hold, but he still drags his hands over my arm and down to my hand as I move away.

As soon as I pull away, walking backwards, holding my bag straps I hold a finger up, "I'll tell you later, go to practice."