Chapter 1: Caught in the Act
The dorm hallway smelled of cheap cologne and stale pizza as I trudged toward Room 304, my chem notes clutched in one hand. Yuliana, my sharp-tongued, infuriatingly gorgeous classmate, had borrowed my textbook last week and swore she’d return it today. I didn’t trust her to follow through—she had a habit of making promises with that sly, teasing smirk of hers—so here I was, playing errand boy.
Her door was cracked open, just a sliver, but enough to make me pause. I should’ve knocked. Hell, I should’ve turned around. But curiosity is a sneaky bastard, and before I could stop myself, I nudged the door a little wider. My breath caught in my throat.
There she was, Yuliana, standing in the middle of the room, half-naked and completely unapologetic. Her toned, olive skin glistened under the fluorescent light, a pair of black lace panties hugging her hips like they were painted on. She hadn’t noticed me yet, her focus on a shirt dangling from her fingers. My eyes traced the curve of her spine, the way her ass looked in that barely-there fabric, and I felt a heat rush through me that had nothing to do with the stuffy dorm air.
“Well, damn, if it isn’t Peeping Tom himself,” she said suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip. She didn’t even turn around. How the hell did she know I was there?
I froze, my face burning. “I—I wasn’t— I just came for the book,” I stammered, sounding like a complete idiot.
She spun on her heel, her dark eyes locking onto mine with a predatory glint. Her full lips curled into that signature smirk as she crossed her arms, pushing her bare chest up just enough to make my brain short-circuit. “Sure you did, Ethan. You always sneak into girls’ rooms for textbooks, or am I just lucky?”
“I didn’t sneak! The door was open,” I shot back, trying to regain some dignity. “Maybe you should lock it if you’re gonna parade around like that.”
“Parade?” She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my core. She took a step closer, her gaze never wavering. “Sweetheart, if I wanted to parade, you’d know it. This is just me living my life. You’re the one gawking like you’ve never seen a woman before.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “I’m not gawking. I’m... assessing the situation.”
“Assessing, huh?” She tilted her head, her hair falling over one shoulder as she closed the distance between us. I could smell her now—something sweet and spicy, like cinnamon and sin. “And what’s your assessment, professor? Am I passing your little test?”
My heart was pounding, and I knew she could tell. Her eyes flicked down to my tightening jeans, and her smirk widened. “Looks like I’m getting an A+ already,” she purred, her voice dripping with challenge.
“Yuliana, I just want the damn book,” I said, but my voice lacked conviction. My eyes betrayed me, lingering on the way her hips swayed as she stepped even closer.
“Oh, you’ll get your book,” she murmured, her fingers brushing against my chest as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. “But first, let’s see if you can handle a little extra credit.”
Her words ignited something primal in me. My hands itched to grab her, to feel that smooth skin under my fingertips. I could already imagine how wet she’d be, how her sharp tongue would turn to moans when I got her panting beneath me. She wasn’t the type to submit—she’d fight for control, and fuck, that made me even harder. The room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with tension, and I knew we were seconds away from tearing into each other like animals.
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