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"By reminding myself that the first time I hooked up with him, he ghosted me. So obviously he isn't mature enough for any type of relationship except being my fuck buddy."

Hannah wrinkles her nose, shaking her head. "That sounds weird coming out of your mouth."

"I know," I snicker, not believing I said that. "But it is what it is. I have to get back to work, though. Wanna hang out tomorrow night? I'm off."

"Sounds good."

I get up from the table, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before getting back to work. I'm more determined than ever to prove Hannah wrong. Isn't that what everyone does in college, anyway? Hook up with random people? Beck isn't random anymore, but I know I can do this without catching feelings.

I hope.

***'

"How did you do?" Beck asks as Professor Falcon passes out our tests from the other day.

"Pretty good," I tell him, showing him the 'A' at the top of my paper. "What about you?"

"Check this out," he says excitedly, showing me the 'B' on his. "Holy shit, I can't believe it. Who would have thought that studying would actually work?"

"Most students, actually," I chuckle, shaking my head. He's so damn happy right now, it's infectious. I can't help but smile along with him.

My body heats remembering what we did this morning before coming to class. He walked into the room after showering, those damn water droplets falling down his chest, and I couldn't stop myself. I jumped off my bed, probably a little too eagerly, and shoved him up against the wall. Leaning down, I licked his pec, lapping up the excess water with my tongue. When I pulled away, Beck was staring at me with fire in his eyes before shoving me down on his bed and fucking me hard into the mattress. I move slightly in my seat, feeling the ache from Beck being there only a couple of hours before. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I clamp my mouth shut, closing my eyes.

Beck bites his bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth. "Fuck, I know what you're thinking," Beck whispers, leaning into my space. "Trust me, it's all I've thought about the entire time I was taking the test. I'm surprised I was able to concentrate at all."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't help that I can still feel you."

"Fuck," he moans softly, looking around the classroom. Professor Falcon finally announces class is over, and within two seconds, Beck is grabbing my hand and pulling me up out of my seat.

"Wait, hold on. Where are we going?" I ask, quickly snatching my test off my desk.

He pulls me down the aisle and out into the hallway. I have no idea what he's doing, but he's determined as hell. His head is on a swivel as he looks around the hallway. His fingers press hard into the button multiple times for the elevator as though that will make it arrive any faster.

"Hurry up, hurry up," he chants, his finger still pressing the button.

"You're going to break the elevator," I taunt, laughing when his finger stops.

"Well, why the hell is this thing going so damn slow?" he whines, leaning back and looking down the hallway. "This is taking forever."

"Patience," I whisper, not even knowing where he's trying to take me. There's not many areas in this building to hide. Besides the lecture halls, there's a few lab rooms and on the very bottom floor, they have some professor offices that are usually always locked.

The elevator doors slowly open, Beck jolting through them as soon as he's able to fit. His finger presses the 'Door Close' button multiple times, and I laugh, knowing that the door isn't going to close until it wants to. As soon as it's shut, Beck is on me. He backs me up against the cool metal, his hands circling my waist as he takes my mouth with his. The kiss is feral. He's trying to fuck me with his mouth, and I'm letting him. My hand rubs the outside of his jeans; his erection is not hard to miss.

"God, I love having your hands on me." He tells me when the door opens and he pulls away.

He doesn't wait for me to respond before he's grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the elevator and down the hallway. I see a large number '4' on the wall, meaning we're on the fourth floor of the building. Few people come up here, so hopefully we're alone.

"Where are we going?" I ask as Beck pulls me down the long hallway. He's peeking his head through the door before moving on to the next door.

"I'm trying to find somewhere to go."

"No, I get that, but like where? We're in a building on campus. Usually, that means someone will be around." Beck's taller frame gives him strides way longer than mine; my legs struggling to keep up as he walks faster. "I don't think you're going to find an empty room."

"Here," he cuts me off, shoving me into a room that appears vacant. We both look everywhere, making sure no one is in here before attacking one another again. His hands find my ass, lifting me into the air as he walks over to the door. He pulls away from the kiss as he looks around at the door handle. "There's no lock, which means your body is going to be what keeps it from opening. Don't move unless you want someone coming in and seeing you."

"What?" I ask as Beck places me down on my feet in front of the door. "We can't do anything here, Beck. What if we get caught? Fuck, no, we can't get caught."

"We won't get caught," he chuckles, kissing me softly. "Just keep your back against the door and be a good boy. Don't be too loud, though. Don't want to get caught," he winks, laughing when I groan. "Just trust me, baby."