The fluorescent hum of the dorm room lights did little to warm the scene, but the heat radiating between us could've melted glaciers. His skin, rough with stubble and the faint sheen of sweat, pressed against my thighs as I moved. My blonde ponytail, streaked with rebellious strands of brunette, swayed with the rhythm, the ends brushing against the bare skin of my back. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated thro...