Chloe wasn't a virgin or a prude. At eighteen, she'd only had one partner with whom she'd had intercourse with. However, she'd played seven minutes in heaven and spin the bottle and truth and dare. And she watched her fair share of porn when she was home in her apartment where she spent most nights alone.<br/><br/>However, high school games and porn fantasies aside, she felt like there was a time and a place for such activities. And a lecture hall wasn't one of them.<br/><br/>She considered that in all likelihood, her experience was sex led her to not appreciate public displays of affection. Sex with her ex boyfriend had been...fine. But it wasn't like porn (though even she knew nothing was like porn) or the movies or what her friends described to her. It was just...fine and certainly didn't come with the passion that warranted touching each other in the middle of a Wednesday morning lecture.<br/><br/>She eyed Matt's hand as it slipped under Pauline's skirt. "Oh my god, are you- Nevermind. Just keep your hands to yourself or leave."<br/><br/>Without another word, she turned back around to face the front.