ASHLEY
"We should stop doing it in the car."
Beckett laughs, pressing his mouth into my cheek again.
Ugh. He’s so insatiable.
I shove his face sideways before he starts trying anything again. He catches my wrist like he’s about to make a point, but I yank it back before he can.
"I’m serious."
He leans back just enough to look at me, still grinning like he thinks I’ll fold first. His hair’s a mess. Somehow, it always makes him look hot.
"Okay, baby."
I roll my eyes and reach for the door handle. His hand slides behind my back before I can move, pulling me back against him with that stupid easy strength. "Beckett—"
"What?"
“We have classes asshole!”
I twist toward him but his arm doesn't loosen. So, I slapped his shoulder but when he winced, I instantly felt sorry for it. He
