No.

Bianca was distracted. Her mind whirling about how she could have forgotten to set an alarm. Not paying attention to where her heeled feet were carrying her or into who.

The sudden collision of the bodies, caused her to let out a shriek of terror. A hand grabbing hold of her dress as the bodies went tumbling into the grass of the quad. The sound of fabric ripping in the chaos barely registered to her as she plummeted to the earth.

Just as quickly as the collision and flailing of limbs began, they ceased all option. It took Bianca, a long moment to realize that she was pinned to the grass with a large body covering hers. A man with skin as dark as the night. An uncomfortable feeling against her back that seemed to be shifting slightly. Her legs splayed out to either side as she'd only done for her boyfriend before.

The man atop of her starting to shift. The view of a varsity jacket coming into view, followed soon by the face of the wearer who had her body pinned beneath him, “Shit. My bad. You walked into me and I tried to catch you.” The deep voice rolled from his lips as Bianca realized the uncomfortable feeling behind her was his arm. His voice rumbling into her where their bodies connected as he spoke again, “You alright?”

Bianca nodded her head some and **** a smile, “I—I'm so sorry. I'm late for class and it's my first semester and I don't want to be kicked out after I worked so hard to get here!” The laugh that followed rumbled yet again as he hadn't pried himself off of her yet, “Relax. Ain't nobody gonna expel you for missing your first class. Plus.. I think you're gonna be really late.”

She didn't realize what he meant for a moment until she followed his eyes and her dress was torn down the front. She was under him and if he moved, everyone would see everything! Her cheeks suddenly turned bright pink and she felt the tears forming in her eyes rapidly. Her arms crossing over her chest.

The man atop her didn't budge as he saw her about to cry, “Nah, come on now. Don't cry. I gotcha don't move.” The arm holding her back drew her body up with ease. A surprised gasp came from between soft sobs of embarrassment. His arm drawing her all the way up to his chest and holding her there, “Don't move.” He repeated the command. Bianca's head simply nodded as she placed her trust in him to handle this.

Her exposed chest was crushed into his body and the rest of her body made brief contacts in other ways. From the closeness she could feel the hardness of his body. It felt as if he was made of stone. His next command came, “Wrap your arms around me.” She obeyed without even thinking, the firmness and demand in his voice made her instantly want to listen.

Her head squeezed to his chest as she saw him shifting around and heard the rustle of his jacket, which soon was draped around her shoulders. His next demand came, “Put your arms, one by one, in the sleeves.” A brief flare of anger as he treated her like a child. Yet, she complied as she kept herself pressed as closely as possible to him while she did so.

Once she had put the jacket on, he placed a large hand on her shoulder and pressed her backwards. His other hand moving to the zipper and pulling it up slowly. She finally got a good look up at the man treating her so firmly and kindly at the same time. His chiseled jawline, short black hair, dark skin, and beard across his face, which led down to a thick neck and wide shoulders.

As she looked back to his face, she found he had stopped zipping up and was smiling at her. The voice she could no longer feel rumble through her as they were no longer connected came forth again, “Caught you. Alright, lets go back to your place.”

Bianca's expression turned quickly to embarrassment and she shook her head, “I.. I have a boyfriend.” The laugh that came forth from the man, was not expected, nor were his words, “No. Not like that. I want my jacket back and you need to change.”

The realization crossed her face rapidly. She didn't reply and just simply nodded her head.