Frat Boy Fever

<h2>Chapter 1: Party Heat</h2><p>The frat house pulsed with life, a chaotic symphony of laughter, bass-heavy music, and the clink of beer bottles. I stood near the entrance, sipping my vodka mix, when Harry—frat boy extraordinaire with a smirk that could melt steel—grabbed my arm and yanked me through the crowd. My friends’ reactions flashed by: Thomas rolling his eyes, Jessica laughing, and Kate and Liv smirking like they knew something I didn’t. </p><p>Harry’s grip was firm, almost possessive, as he parted the sea of sweaty bodies like some kind of campus god. We moved through the packed foyer, past the dining room overflowing with drunken revelry, until we hit the hallway leading to his room. My patience snapped. I jerked my arm free, planting myself against the wall with a glare. 'What the hell, Harry?' I snapped, brows knitting tight.</p><p>He turned, green eyes blazing with something wild. 'Y’making me crazy,' he growled, echoing the words he’d whispered after stealing a kiss from me last night. I squinted, confusion morphing into irritation. 'So you’re just gonna drag me to your room and fuck me?' I shot back, crossing my arms.</p><p>His brows shot up, mirroring mine. 'What the— no, that’s not it,' he stammered, running a hand through his messy curls. 'Sure, whatever,' I muttered, rolling my eyes. 'You’re the most confusing guy I’ve ever met!' My voice rose, hands flailing. 'I told you I don’t like James, that Thomas is just my best friend, and still, you get all weird and jealous. Then you kiss me yesterday and act like it’s nothing. I don’t do this, H. I don’t do frat parties, or guys, or this stupid, horny tension with a stupidly hot frat boy sending mixed signals!'</p><p>Harry stared, jaw tight, as I unloaded every tangled thought since the day we met. I sighed, leaning back against the wall, taking a long sip of my drink. The party’s chaos roared in the background—guys shouting, music thumping. Then I heard him chuckle. My eyes flicked back to him, catching that infuriating, dimpled smile. 'What?' I demanded, licking the vodka off my lips.</p><p>'I don’t really do this either,' he said, shrugging with a lopsided grin. My brows creased deeper as he stepped closer. 'I don’t talk to girls—they talk to me. I don’t go bloody mad seeing a girl touch another guy. I fucking like you, little bird, and I don’t know how to do this.'</p><p>I couldn’t help but laugh at the mess of us. His dimples deepened as he closed the distance, hands settling on my hips, his body nearly pressed to mine. I draped my arms over his shoulders, still clutching my drink. 'We’re kinda a disaster, hey?' I teased.</p><p>'Pretty much,' he grinned.</p><p>'Okay,' I breathed, matching his smile. 'Now shut up and kiss me.'</p><p>'That, I can do,' he smirked, and before I could roll my eyes at the cheesy line, his lips brushed mine. The taste of tequila lingered from earlier shots, his mouth soft but his hands rough on my hips. My head spun, just like last time. Then, like a switch flipped, he pressed harder into me, lust igniting. His tongue swiped over mine, and I felt the heat pooling low in my belly. Pulling back to breathe, I took a moment to open my eyes. 'It’s barely past midnight,' I panted. 'Should we slow down, enjoy the party?'</p><p>'Should we?' he whispered, lips grazing my ear, kissing the sensitive spot behind it. A shaky sigh escaped me as my free hand tangled in his hair. It was intoxicating—his mouth on my skin. 'Hmm,' I hummed, bliss washing over me. He found my lips again, pressing even closer, and I felt it—the hard bulge straining through his jeans. My breath hitched at the thought of that cock inside me, my free hand trailing down his chest, teasingly slow, stopping at the band of his briefs.</p><p>Harry broke the kiss, exhaling sharply. I smirked, relishing the state I’d put him in. Tracing a fingertip along the waistband, I felt him twitch beneath the fabric. He pinned me to the wall, mouth by my ear. 'Driving me right mad, little bird,' he hissed through clenched teeth.</p><p>'Am I?' I teased, tongue grazing my front teeth as his eyes locked on mine. 'Can feel how big you are,' I whispered.</p><p>'Fuck,' he cursed under his breath, head dropping. 'Think yeh can handle me?'</p><p>'Know I can,' I fired back, quick and confident.</p><p>His lips crashed into mine again, and I didn’t care about anything else. My drink hit the floor with a crash as both hands gripped the back of his head. More than anything, I wanted to wrap my legs around him, feel that hard length against my dripping pussy, and get to his room. Slowing down? Forget it. I was ready to burn this party to the ground with him—sweating, panting, and utterly lost in the heat of it all.</p>