Chapter Three

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The moment they stepped outside of the restaurant Rey spun on her heels turning to face Ben, "You live near here?"

"I live in the dorms, it's a five minute walk." He nodded towards the row of buildings further down campus. He extended his hand towards her offering it openly, the corner of her mouth quirked up as she slid her small hand into his lacing her fingers through his as they fell into step together. Ben couldn't help but feel like she fit more perfectly than anyone ever had in his hand.

"I have to ask, you said you, umm, were doing acting too, Rey..." he let his voice trail off, not really wanting to finish his question. His eyes met hers and her grin was wicked, "Ben, are you asking me if I've done adult films?"

His eyes studied the concrete in front of him as they walked like it was going to give him the answer to the universe, "I guess I am." The laughter that erupted beside him was unexpected. She released his hand to hold onto her sides as she doubled over in a fit. Unable to control the loud hysterics coming out of her. She was shaking her head profusely. "No Ben, I've not done any pornos, sorry to ruin that dream for you."

He grabbed her arm gently, tugging her towards him, wrapping an arm around her waist effectively ending her laughter as his mouth crashed into hers. His tongue sliding over her lips, seeking entrance. She moaned, opening her mouth for him, allowing him access to her.

He didn't hesitate, exploring her, their tongues clashing in a frenzy. "Ben.." she pulled away, "how much further to your dorm?" Her breathing was heavy, edging on a pant even.

He scooped her up into a bridal carry, planting a chaste kiss across her mouth. "Like a thousand yards." He smiled at her as he took long strides towards his dorm building. Entering the building he placed her on her feet, grabbing his keycard from his wallet and scanning it at the lobby doors. Once they were inside he extended his hand and she laced her fingers through his once again.

He led her to his dorm room pulling out his keys from his front pocket and slipping them in the lock while she stood beside him. He fumbled with them nervously while she looked on. Rey loved that he was nervous because she was just as nervous as he was. She had been waiting on this day since freshman year.

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She would never forget the day she met him, his rich black hair, which he now wore long, was cut short, and he was a sophomore. She had just received her locker assignment and was looking for it, clearly lost in the new building when she had ran smack dab into the back of the broad shouldered running back that was Ben Solo.

"I'm so sorry!" She had quickly said meekly looking up at him. "I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm new and trying to find my locker."

Ben looked down at the brunette, she was unlike most of the girls he went to school with. Her clothes were simple, dark wash skinny jeans and a Taylor Swift concert t-shirt with black Converse shoes. Her hair was styled into a simple ponytail atop her head. The sun from the large bay window in the hallway reflected sunlight through it, casting enough light to bounce rays of light off her face, catching the brilliant colors within her irises. He noticed her hazel eyes had intense greens, grays, and browns in them. She was simply put, stunning.

"Erm, what's your locker number?" He managed to finally have enough sense to ask her as she handed him her orientation sheet. He glanced over her classes noticing they would have Biology together, before he found her locker number in the bottom left corner, 491. Oh! Only four down from him actually. "I've got amazing news for you." He smiled at her broadly. "You're not lost at all, you've found your locker." He walked to the wall of lockers he had just left and tapped on one just a few down from his. Quickly memorizing the combination on the sheet and opening it for her, "Tada," he said as it popped open. Her smile was all he needed. He felt like it's all he would need for the rest of his life.

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