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Walking into my dorm, I nearly drop my sketchbook and my coffee.

Sweaty and utterly shirtless is Vic as he does push-ups on the floor.

"Morning Kells." he chirps, seeming breathless.

I watch the veins on his triceps bulge as he pushes himself away from the floor then lowers himself back down, seemingly with little effort.

I can't tell if watching him is more exhausting or arousing. Either way, I decide watching him isn't the best idea.

"I didn't know you worked out." I mumble, clearing my throat as I walk past him to my bed.

"Every morning. Being hot isn't easy." he teases.

The comment makes me blush. It's officially been a week since Vic and I kissed and after my little freak out, Vic hasn't mentioned it again. But he has definitely been flirting. Well, I hope it's flirting.

"You're usually not up this early." Vic says surprised.

"I got up early to sketch the sunrise over the campus pond. It's really beautiful, with the morning fog over the water." I blush.

God, I'm such a dork.

"Sounds cute." Vic chirps, finally lowering himself to the floor then rolling onto his back.

I can't help but to stare at his glossy chest and abdomen. His muscles look so defined right now and it's stupidly attractive.

My eyes follow the lines of his body, and I get the sudden urge to open my sketch book up so I do. I pick up my pencil and put it to a clean page, then begin imitating the lines of Vic's body with the lead, while he catches his breath.

"You should anchor me." he says, after a few minutes of me just sketching in silence, the only audible sounds being my pencil and Vic's breaths.

"Hmm?" I hum confused, looking up at him.

"Hold my ankles while I do sit ups." he chuckles.

"Oh!" I say surprised.

I snap my book closed and push it to the side. I situate myself on the floor in front of Vic and grasp his ankles. I have to look away from him in order to ease my sickeningly over-active stomach. It can't help but to do somersaults at the mere sight of him.

Vic starts doing sit-ups and I stare intently at his shoelaces, feeling his breath on my forehead every time he comes back up.

"What were you sketching just now?" Vic asks, breaking the silence in the room.

The mental image of his sweaty ripped body makes me look back at him and I'm immediately overwhelmed by how attractive he looks and how close his face gets to mine every time he lifts himself up.

I forget his question entirely and find myself reaching for his cheek as he comes up again. He pauses when he feels my fingertips on his jaw.

His lips fall open ever so slightly, reassuring me that this is what he wants and he's waiting for it.

So I don't deny either one of us of this pleasure any longer. I press my lips to Vic's and he immediately kisses back. The feeling magical so I allow myself to enjoy it as my eyes drop shut.

Vic's forceful, and definitely more dominating than he was last time. Completely loving this, I let him take the lead and he gently pushes me down to the floor, not breaking the kiss for even a second.

I let him kneel between my thighs as he hovers over me and kisses me slowly but firmly. I drop my hand from his cheek and move it to his bare chest. I feel the warmth of his skin and the dampness of his sweat beneath my palm and it only makes me want to be closer to him.

But to my dismay, Vic soon pulls out of the kiss. He doesn't move from on top of me though. He just hovers over me and I try my best to see through the lenses of his glasses but they're much too dark.

"So hot." he murmurs as he leans down and kisses my cheek, then he climbs off of me.

I can't find it in me to move from the floor just yet though so I say put, struggling to catch my breath and slow my heart rate.

"So what were you sketching?" Vic asks again, standing up and finding his water bottle.

I grin at the question.

"You." I answer, not even feeling embarrassed by it.

Vic smirks and leans against his bed post before gulping down a significant amount of water.

He seems a little saddened though when he puts his water down.

"I wish I could see it. The one thing you're passionate about and I can't even see it." he sighs.

He genuinely seems dishearteneded which breaks my heart a little. He's too sweet for his own good.

"I mean, art isn't the only thing I'm passionate about. I have other interests." I assure him as I sit up.

"What else do you like?" he asks seeming intrigued as his head snaps towards me, although he's not quite facing me as usual.

"I like music. I like to sing." I admit.

"No way! Really?" Vic grins.

I nod then remember he can't see me.

"Yeah." I confirm.

"Can you sing something for me? I'd love to hear your voice." Vic beams.

"I don't know." I frown shyly. "I'm not that good."

"I don't care. I want to hear. Please." Vic begs, pushing his bottom lip out in the cutest pout.

"Okay." I sigh, giving in to his cuteness.

My eyes then suddenly land on Vic's guitar which is stored under his bed, and an idea pops into my mind.

"I will sing if you play your guitar." I tell him.

Vic grins and feels for the mattress of his bed before sitting down.

"Done deal." he beams, finding his guitar and picking it up. "What song should we do?"

I don't even have to think about it.

"I Want To Break Free by Queen." I decide, as I take a seat beside Vic on his bed.

It's a song that has always had a special place in my heart. It resonated with me a lot when I was questioning my sexuality in my younger years, and then again when I was older. And it just so happens it was my mom's favourite song, at least that's what Sam told me.

Not to mention the thrill of watching the music video on repeat while my dad was sleeping because I know he'd be pissed if he ever caught me watching it. He said he hated it because of the "crossdressing fags" but I think it also had a lot to do with my mom.

After she left, he denounced anything that reminded him of her, which probably explains his coldness towards his kids. Sam tells me he was different before Mom bailed, but I was too young to remember that.

"Oh nice. Good choice." Vic smiles then he starts strumming out the tune of the song, beautifully and perfectly if I might add.

I take a breath to ease my nerves then I when it's time, I begin singing.

"I want to break free..."

After Vic plays the final chords and places his guitar down, I reopen my eyes that had fallen shut once I got lost in the song.

"You're a fucking liar!" Vic exclaims, pushing me playfully, a huge grin on his face. "You said you weren't that good. That was amazing."

I laugh shyly and feel blush burning my cheeks.

"You really think so?" I ask.

"Absolutely." he beams.

I rest my head on his shoulder and take his hand in mine. My fingertips trace his and I notice that not only are they calloused from playing the guitar, but his hands have numerous scars covering them.

"You play guitar really well." I sigh.

"Thank you. My dad taught me." he smiles.

My fingers move over a scar, feeling it protrude from his skin.

"What are these scars from?" I ask him softly.

He links his fingers with mine, holding my hand firmly.

"Loads of things." he chuckles. "I'm blind. A lot of the time I see with my hands so I'm constantly touching things. Sometimes those things end up being rose bushes or broken glass."

He seems humoured by it so I swallow the sympathy I begin to feel for him.

Suddenly he brings his other hand to my cheek. His fingertips everso gently caress the scar on my face. I feel sickened and embarrassed by it immediately so I take Vic's wrist and pry it away from my face as fast as possible.

Eager to not leave the room in silence which would give Vic the opportunity to ask questions, I quickly think up something to say, which in turn strikes up an idea.

"Hey, I know a way for me to share my love of art with you." I grin, immediately getting excited.

"How?" Vic asks seeming intrigued but confused.

"In DC there's an art gallery that has an exhibition for the blind. I've always wanted to go but I've never had a reason to." I explain.

Vic frowns.

"DC? Like Washington DC?"

"Yeah, at the Smithsonian American Art Museum." I chirp.

"Kells, I can't afford to go to DC." he sighs.

"Oh!" I laugh surprised. "Vic, I wasn't expecting you to pay. My scholarship includes a grant of $1500 for educational travel."

Vic smiles a little but still seems conflicted.

"I don't know." he says softly. "It sounds awesome, but I don't want you to waste your scholarship money on me."

He's sweet and I adore it, but I'm really hoping he agrees to go.

"Vic, it's something I've wanted to experience for a while now and it only makes sense for you to join me. Please. I really want you to come. It'll be so much fun. And I don't know about you but I definitely need a little break from this place." I plead.

Vic sighs softly and adjusts his glasses.

"I haven't left the state since I went blind. My parents..." he trails off. "They'd flip."

I squeeze his hand a little that I almost forgot I was holding and bump his shoulder gently.

"What if we just don't tell them?" I suggest.

A grin falls onto Vic's face and I feel him bump my shoulder in return.

"When are we leaving?" he asks grinning which makes me grin.

It's about time college became fun. 

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