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Arabella and Hardin are in her dorm room. He's laying on her bed and she's sitting on his legs in only her underwear and one of his shirts. Arabella stares at Hardin as he writes in his journal. She narrows her eyes and studies him, as he concentrates on the words he's writing. She speaks up, deciding to break the silence.
"What are you always writing in there?" Arabella asks with a hint of a smile on her face.
"None of your business." Hardin muses, looking up at her and smirking. He repositions himself and holds the book closer to his chest. Arabella huffs out a sigh and looks down at her lap. Before looking back to him, resting her head in her hand. Hardin puts his journal on his lap and stares back at her.
"Show me." Arabella says, going to reach for the book, but Hardin quickly snatches it away.
"No." Hardin chuckles.
"Come on." Arabella persists, moving from her spot to try to grab the book from his hands.
"Not a chance." Hardin tells her, smiling. She scoffs.
"I just want to see what's..." Arabella trails, trying to take the book from Hardin who was now holding it above his head. She has most of her body weight positioned on top of him and he looks up at her. Tension starts to build up between them as she repositions herself to sit on his lap. He puts the journal behind him on her nightstand and leans up to connect their lips. Arabella meets him half way and pecks his lips.
She flips her hair to the side and away from her face, before going in for another kiss. Hardin starts to lift his shirt up and Arabella helps him take it off. She sets it behind her, before grabbing the back of his head and setting her lips on his. Hardin runs his hands up her bare thigh, as her hand traces the skin of his shoulder. They pull away to admire each other as Arabella trails her hand down Hardin's chest.
She digs her nails, softly into his back as they continue to passionately kiss. Arabella traces a finger around Hardin's tattoo on his abdomen near the hem of his jeans. She tangles her hands in his hair as he leans into her. Arabella's hands go to Hardin's jeans. She unbuttons them, and zips down the zipper, Hardin looking into her eyes the whole time. He runs his hands along her thighs and under his shirt that she's wearing. He lays back as she leans all of her weight onto him. He runs his fingers through her long ginger locks, his hand caressing her shoulder.
They're completely consumed in each other, that they didn't really pay attention to the door opening.
"Arabella, hon? I've called all day..." a voice trails before stopping in shock. Arabella pulls away from Hardin quickly to see her mom, Jack, and Cassidy standing in the doorway, mouths hanging open in shock.
