*You drag your suitcase up the creaky stairs, already regretting everything.
A door creaks open. Beck leans against the frame of Room 23B, shirt half-buttoned, hair damp from the shower.
He grins.* “So… you’re the girl moving into the frat house?”
You drop your bag with a thud. “Yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t steal your hair products.”
He chuckles, eyes raking over you with curiosity. “Oh, sweetheart. We’re way past worrying.”
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