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Tap, tap tap. The pen bounces restlessly in my hand as I concentrate on the lecture. Well saying that I'm concentrating might be a little too ambitious. There's not much attention you can pay to someone talking about the British colonial empire when your boyfriend's determined to distract you in the most conniving way possible.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Cole smirking as hand presses into the small of my back. Shooting him what I hope is a vicious glare, I shrink back in my seat and push his hand away. He might not need to study to maintain his outrageously high GPA but I do, especially with this History course. He's so going to get it when class is over.
I try tuning him out but that's impossible to do. Even after a year of being together, my body and all constantly aware of his presence. It's like they're programmed to first be attuned to him and then everything else. Naturally my eyes track his movements more than they do the professors. I'm more likely to hear the sound of his quiet breathing than the sound of my instructor's voice?
And my brain? Pfft, it's not a coincidence that the only class i'm not doing that good in is the one I take with Cole.
He's lethal for my college career, let me tell you.
By the time the class ends, I've all but given up on making notes. It's not a big deal, Professor Marigold uploads his lecture slides on the University portal and gives out enough handouts in class that you're never missing out if you choose to not listen to him. But that's not the point, the point is that Cole needs to stop being such an irresistible and hard to ignore jerk. With that thought in mind, I whirl towards him after I'm done collecting my stuff.
"You" I press my finger into his chest for emphasis, "I thought I told you no funny stuff in class."
The nerve of him, he quirks an eyebrow and crosses his arms across his chest, his biceps flexing impressively. "When did I do funny stuff?"
People are coming at us from all directions, given that the class is an Intro level one the number of students is quite high. It's like Freshman Fiesta in here and currently we're the highlight. Cole grabs my hand and leads us out of the room.
As soon as we're out in the halls I pull on his arm until we're standing in a private secluded corner and away from prying eyes and ears.
Cole sighs like a martyr and leans against the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm in trouble aren't I?"
"You can't keep groping me in class Cole! We could get in serious trouble on of these days." I huff
He smirks, "I would hardly call that groping." His eyes glint dangerously as he says this, like he's planning on defining what groping exactly is. Damn it.
"Well either you stop touching me in that auditorium or I'm asking the TA to switch my seat."
He pushes himself from the wall and wraps his arms around my waist. I try and fail to struggle out of his grasp, mostly because I don't want to.
"Do you really want that?" He croons softly into my ear, "I'll behave from now on, promise."
I lean back and study him, there's a mischievous smile on his face that states otherwise. Mentally groaning I wrap my arms around his neck and we hold each other for a second, a minute, an hour.
" At least tell me you'll wait until the last fifteen minutes to you know, yawn and pretend to rest your arm on my seat then slither your hand up my shirt. I can afford to not listen to the review part."
He grins, "I can't help it if I want to touch my hot girlfriend who's all but pressed up against me for the better part of an hour. I like to think of it as an involuntary reaction but because I love you so much, I'll try to control myself, scout's honour."
"How many times will I need to remind you? You were never a boy scout."
"Well it's the thought that counts right?"
I groan and tug at his hand. It's getting cold out here and the dorms aren't exactly close. I'll fight this battle with him again, when hot chocolate isn't calling my name.
