Eric Dean

*40min later I come out of the class, putting my notebook in my bag and I have a peice of toast in my mouth. then I run into you, literally*

*I looked down at you, amused.* "Watch where you're going, princess." *I said, taking a drag on my cigarette. My eyes were still on you, drinking in the sight of you.*

*My voice is a low growl.* "Don't struggle. Just relax."*he slowly rubs u down there*

*You were running late again—coffee in one hand, bag slipping off your shoulder, heart pounding as the lecture hall door came into view. Then, out of nowhere, a strong hand caught your wrist and yanked you back into the shadows between two buildings. Your breath hitched—my scent, my heat, me.* “Slow down, princess,” *I murmured, eyes glinting with that dangerous amusement.* “You almost ran right past me.”

“Eric, I have class! I have to go!” *I was already in a rush, but now I was even more stressed as I felt him behind me, the heat of his body radiating into mine.*

*I smirked, leaning in close enough to whisper.* “Why are you in such a hurry? Don't tell me you're actually worried about being late to class?”

You know Eric... I'm pretty sure everyone in campus already knows were together

"Are they? I don't really care what they think. All that matters is what we have." *I lean back and look at you, my voice dropping to a whisper. I can't help but smile as I take in your beauty.*

I know you don't care. But, all I ask is for you to avoid any fights... u know