Kol wakes up deliriously happy with his face pressed in Bell's neck.

She's running her fingers in his hair, legs tangled in his, and his own nails stroke down her bare back.

"I have to go to class," Bell whispers.

Kol grunts in annoyance and tightens his arms around her, inhales raspberries. "Fuck class."

She's smiling. "Can I have a shirt? I really don't want to walk back to my dorm in my dress last night."

Have all the shirts she fucking wants. Kol gestures vaguely to his closet with one hand before he hugs her again and squeezes tight, head in her neck.

"I really have to go."

"Fucking shut up."

"God, you're so clingy," she says, laughing, pushing him with one hand to sit up but flops back on the mattress when Kol pushes her down, locking his legs around her so she can't leave. "Kol!"

Fuck. Fuck.

Kol moves her hair out of the way and bites her neck, adding to the marks on her beautiful fucking skin. "Kol?"

"I like your name," she says.

"Thanks, I got it for my fucking birthday."

The laugh she makes is loud. Kol bites her neck again because he can't handle the butterflies in his fucking stomach.

Bell—Arden slides out from under him and Kol sits up against his headboard to watch the show. He watches her struggle to stand, cheeks flaming at the soreness between her legs, and Kol fucking grins at that. He watches her open his closet wearing nothing, looking through his clothes and shirts, watches her slip on his worn-out, heather gray with royal blue writing of their university over her head. It reaches her thighs.

Thighs he finally fucked. Kol grins.

He watches her put on a pair of his sweatpants too, tightening it around the waist.

"Fucking you is another check on the list," he drawls happily, putting his arm over his eyes. All his humiliation at the fucking wedding is forgotten.

Ah. Kol remembers he has a game tonight. Lazily, he scoots to the edge of the bed, rummages through his sports bag for his extra jersey, and tosses it at her. Arden catches it after it hits her face.

"Game tomorrow, doll." If she wears that and gives him a good luck kiss before the game, all that's left on the list is the last one.

Arden turns around, holding it in her hands, and starts gathering her things.

Kol waits for her to come back to the bed and kiss his cheek or his lips or fucking anything, say goodbye with a fucking smile and a 'see you later' because he wants to see her all the time, goddamn it, but she doesn't. Just heads straight to the door.

"Ar—"

She shuts it closed.

Kol is annoyed, but he shrugs and buries his face back in her pillow, relishing in the warmth. Maybe she's tired.

It makes him smirk. He definitely tired her out.

*

Arden isn't looking at him.

Kol pops his gum in irritation, kicks her chair slightly. When she doesn't react, he texts her. fucking look at me doll i don't like being ignored.

She hasn't texted or messaged or came to see him since this morning. Didn't even spare him a look.

What the fuck.

He watches her read the text but she doesn't move her hands to reply. Just lets her phone's screen go black again.

Kol grits his teeth, clenching his fist on the table.

Arden walks out of the room without waiting for everyone else to clear out.

Not looking at him.

Kol feels his chest sting with unmistakeable panic. Is she done with him now? She got him to bed, the fucking 'untouchable' Kol Sandejas, and now she's done?

No. She's not like that.

Kol drags his feet to the girls' dormitory, crushing the phone in his hand. He ignores everyone's stares as he climbs up the stairs. In front of her door, Kol takes a deep breath and knocks.

Her roommate opens it, looking like she's about to leave. Good. "Oh, hey."

Kol's eyes go behind her head.

"She's in the shower." She moves aside to let him in. "But you can wait inside. Bye!"

Kol sits down on her mattress and she closes the door.

His jersey is sprawled out on her pillow, and his mouth twitches.

When Arden comes out of the bathroom, she's not surprised to see him there, and fucking finally, her eyes go to his. Kol's eyebrows draw together—she looks angry. "What?"

"What do you mean fucking what, where are you going?"

She's—she's wearing a fucking square to cover her tits and that's it!

Arden rolls her eyes, drying her hair with a towel. "None of your business."

"I can see your fucking nipples."

"Good, suck on them."

What the fuck! His jaw tightens as he stares at her face. "I will when I make you ride me, but what the fuck is your problem? You ignored me all fucking day and you're giving me fucking attitude."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Arden throws her towel on the chair with much force than necessary and looks at him, hands on her hips. "Should I be happy and thankful you finally fucked me and crossed it off your checklist?"

Kol stares at her. What the fuck.

Her cheeks are flushed. "I knew you had a list for...for your feelings, God, that was the whole deal, and I knew fucking was a part of it, but you made me feel like last night was just something you finally crossed off!"

Kol watches her eyes. She's not joking. She looks hurt, and fuck if it doesn't hurt him. "I didn't—shit, I was just happy! My virginity's gone to my girlfriend, for fuck's sake. I fucked that girlfriend—fine, you want the sweet shit words? I made love with that girlfriend, lain with her, united with her sexually, committed fornication with her—I'm sorry," he bites out. "I shouldn't have said it like that."

Arden blinks at him. "I—girlfriend? Me?"

All the shit he said and she focuses on one fucking word. He stands up and scowls, gestures to the bed. "Who the fuck else, your fucking Piglet stuffed toy?"

She has one at the edge of her bed that's facing the wall because she didn't want Piglet to see them making out.

Her jaw drops.

Why the hell is she so surprised?! Kol hisses, "I told you I don't share!"

"Yeah, but we're not together!" Arden yells back, confused.

"WHAT," Kol nearly screams, head bursting. "I told you I'll fucking kill anyone else who touches you!"

"That's—" Arden lets out a loud groan of frustration, hanging her head back, and glares at him. "Ask me, you asshole!"

Jesus Christ. "Will you fucking please be my fucking girlfriend."

She blinks, swallowing. "I have conditions."

"Oh my fuck." Kol drops down on the bed.

"First. I need to talk to Blaise Finch."

Kol looks at her with a frown.

Arden clears her throat. "I need to ask how to date a Sandejas."

"You were doing a fucking good job until I found out we weren't together yet," Kol bites out, kicking her desk.

"Second," Arden continues, ignoring his tantrum, "I'll go to your game tomorrow. But I'll only say yes to being your girlfriend if you show me your list."

Kol stares at her.

"I'm pretty sure I've completed most of them already," she says, as if she's not killing him with every word, "but I still want to see it."

Kol's fingers clench by his sides.

She's right. It's not like she hasn't completed most of them already, anyway.

Still...Kol's Adam's apple moves up and down.

Fuck this.

He stands up and steps closer to her, eyes on hers. Kol puts a hand to her cheek and kisses her slowly.

Arden kisses him back, but before she could touch him, Kol pulls away and leaves.

*

It's the weekend after Kol demanded Bell to do something about his fucking feelings.

Blaise wrinkles her nose looking at the list. "It looks boring. The font, I mean."

Kol scowls. "Well, what did you use?"

He knows she wrote his brother a letter. The contents of it, she said she's going to take to their graves.

"Times New Roman," Blaise answers, blinking at him.

"This isn't a fucking thesis," Kol bites out, scrolling through the fonts.

His mouth twitches when he sees her name. Bell MT.

Kol clicks on it.