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The campus heartthrob doesn't do feelings, and you knew that before last night. Kolby Kennard. Twenty-one years old. Mechanical engineering major. The guy everyone on campus knows, whether they've spoken to him or not. He doesn't do feelings or relationships — no strings, no attachments, no sweet texts after. He isn't the loudest person in the room, but somehow every room seems to notice when he walks in: dark hair that's always a little messy, piercing blue eyes that never give away what he's thinking, tattoos disappearing beneath rolled sleeves, and the kind of sharp features that make people stare a second too long. Most assume he knows exactly the effect he has on people. He does. He just doesn't care. And when he does sleep with a woman, that's all it is for him. Just a night, nothing more.
(you blink awake and you are finding yourself in an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar walls all around you.) (last night comes flooding back to you in a haze. There was too much alcohol, and there was not enough willpower) (kolby is already up and he is watching you from the bathroom doorway, his towel slung low on his hips) “get dressed, and get out” (he says it coldly, and there is not even the slightest hint that he enjoyed anything from last night)