I'm Your Wreck

24- Can We Go Somewhere?

Focusing on upcoming finals was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do. I had two papers due next week and then the week after that, six final exams before the semester ended. Most of the time, the end of the semester brought a three week break that excited me more than anything. This time, I dreaded it because spending three weeks away from Banks felt impossible.

But also, when I had work piling up on my desk and a thousand study guides to sift through, being around Banks was just as impossible.

I couldn't win, but also, I couldn't be happier about it.

Most of the time, I studied in my room and found the dull beat of Banks's music through the floor to be a comforting constant as I worked at my desk. I tried not to think about his lips or the stolen kisses we'd make time for between classes and studying and working. I tried not to think about the way he groaned in my ear when I ran my lips against his jaw.

"You want to study for marketing tonight?" Banks offered on Thursday as I stood in front of the smoothie station.

"Sure," I agreed, but then I pictured us in one of our bedrooms where we usually studied on our own and imagined how impossible it would be to get any work done like that. There was no way I had that amount of self control. I was too curious about him and all the things I'd never done before, all the things I was curious about. "At the library?"

The fucker smirked, knowing exactly where my head had gone. "Of course."

But it was naive of me to think that the library would be much help for my sexual frustration. Despite the fact that it was teeming with stressed students on the verge of a mental breakdown after five shots of espresso, we found a two-person study table on the second floor by the French History section and I spent the first five minutes staring at his carmel-colored irises.

"So, what'd you get for the fifth question on the study guide? I couldn't find the answer in my notes," Banks asked me as I was still focusing on getting my breathing right.

I glanced down at the study guide on my laptop screen. "Under Armour's Rule Yourself campaign."

He wrote it down in his notes, absently chewing on his bottom lip as he focused on the notebook. I didn't realize that he'd stopped writing until it was too late to look away and the lips that I'd been staring at were twitching into a smirk.

"Um," I cleared my throat, turning my eyes back to the laptop. "Total revenue rose 22%, net income was up by 11% from the year before."

Banks nodded in my peripheral vision. "Good to know."

We went over the Nike's Dream Crazier campaign together and all I could think about in the back of my head was if we could sneak into the supply closet on the fourth floor without getting caught. I hadn't been this thirsty for somebody since I was sixteen and all we'd done was kiss a little bit. Still, I couldn't keep my hands, or my brain, off of him. Especially when he absently chewed on his lip as he read through his notes, his eyes focused and fingers tapping lightly against the edge of the table.

We were really good at the kissing part, which was why I craved it so badly all of the time, but everything after the kissing? I would have no idea what to do. The only times I'd ever seen another guy's dick before was in locker rooms, but I always tried to keep them out of my line of sight. I'd never really looked at one before, let alone touched it or anything. Surely, it couldn't be much different than operating my own, right?

We've done a lot of kissing in the last four days, so presumably, the next step would be touching. I had a lot of questions about it and I was afraid that I'd do it wrong, but I wanted to try... I think.