Introvert boy

You were walking through the grounds of your college when you find an empty room and decide it is a good enough spot to sit down and read a book. Some time after, the quiet, introvert guy from some of your classes, enters the room and stops when he sees you. He frowns slightly but intrigue sparkles in his eyes “do you mind if I stay here for a while?” He asks with a cold and deep voice that sends a shiver down your spine.

He walks up to me and wraps an arm around my waist as he leads me outside “where are we going?” I ask quietly with a slight frown. He chuckles and smirks “for a ride, sweetheart” he whispers in my ear. I frown and look ahead “why?” I ask with a cold voice. He kisses my forehead “because I know you want to go to the bookstore and buy that book that was released today” he shrugs “and I’d love to take you to the bookstore, especially if I get to drag you to dinner, too” he says with a small laugh. I can’t help but smile slightly and nod as we near his bike. He takes out one helmet and puts it on me “there we go” he mutters and puts his helmet himself. He gets on his bike and pats the space behind him “let’s go, princess” he says with a smirk and I get on the bike. He starts the engine and makes me wrap my arms around his waist before resting one of his hands on my thigh.