We were on campus in one of the classrooms studying. However, no studying ever gets done when he's in the room. He loves to talk and everyone loves to talk to him, share the juicy gossip, share stories, converse about anything and everything.
As we gossiped and studied here and there, people began filtering out as they had completed what they needed or felt satisfied enough for the night and left. It came down to just the two of us. It was getting late but we were still trying to study, getting done as much as we could until we burnt out for the night.
He was up at the front podium studying a table he had pulled up and put up on the screen. I shut my laptop, got out of my seat, and walked up to him. The podium was along the same wall as the door so sort of hidden from walkers by. I decided to change the topic on his mind. I got behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He tried to stay focused as my hands slid down his chest, stomach, and hips.