Chapter 1: Unseen Sparks
The air in Imogen’s dorm room was thick with laughter and the faint scent of her vanilla candle flickering on the desk. The four of us—me, Ben, Imogen, and Finley—were sprawled across her bed, a tangle of limbs and half-empty soda cans. Imogen perched on Ben’s lap, her curvy frame nestled against his muscular chest, while I lounged beside them, trying to ignore Finley’s incessant chatter about some dumb video game.
‘Babe, you’re squirming too much,’ Ben muttered, his deep voice laced with a playful growl as Imogen shifted again, her tight jeans rubbing against him. She smirked, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.
‘Can’t help it. You’re a terrible seat, all hard and uncomfortable,’ she teased, completely unaware of the double meaning her words carried. I caught the flicker of heat in Ben’s eyes, and damn if I didn’t notice the bulge growing under his jeans. My eyebrows shot up. No way. That outline was... obscene. It had to be a prank. A sock or something, right?
Finley, oblivious as ever, announced, ‘Gotta hit the bathroom,’ and shuffled out, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. Imogen slid off Ben’s lap to grab her phone, and my gaze zeroed in on the very obvious tent in his pants. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. This had to be a joke.
‘Nice prop, Ben. What’d you stuff down there, a cucumber?’ I quipped, leaning back on my elbows, my tone dripping with sarcasm. His face reddened, but before he could snap back, Finley stumbled back in, and Imogen plopped herself right back onto Ben’s lap like nothing was amiss. I caught her eye and smirked, but kept my mouth shut—for now.
‘Hey, Fin, can you run to my place and grab my charger? I’m at, like, two percent,’ I said, batting my lashes at him. He groaned but nodded, ever the clingy lapdog, and shuffled out the door. The second the front door clicked shut, I turned to Imogen, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
‘Okay, seriously, Imogen. That outline? No way it’s real. You’ve got him packing a fake for shits and giggles, don’t you?’ I teased, crossing my arms. Her eyes narrowed, a flash of irritation crossing her pretty face.
‘Leia, I swear to God, it’s real. Stop being a dick about it,’ she shot back, her voice sharp. She turned to Ben, hands on her hips. ‘Babe, just prove it. Show her she’s wrong.’
Ben’s jaw tightened, his broad shoulders squaring as he shook his head. ‘I’m not whipping it out for a damn bet, Imogen. This is ridiculous.’
I rolled my eyes, sliding off the bed and sauntering over to him, my confidence a steel shield. ‘Fine, if you won’t, I will. Let’s settle this.’ Before he could protest, I reached for his jeans, the zipper cold under my fingers as I tugged it down with a swift yank. His pants hit the floor, and I froze. Holy hell. It wasn’t a prank. The outline under his boxers was... real. Too real. My hand, acting on some stupid impulse, grabbed at it through the fabric, and I felt the hard, pulsing heat of him. My breath hitched. I let go like I’d been burned, stepping back, my cheeks flaming.
‘Okay, fuck, it’s real. Imogen, you’re one lucky bitch,’ I stammered, trying to play it off with a laugh. I turned to her, forcing a smirk. ‘Meanwhile, I’m stuck with Finley’s pathetic little thing. I swear, he’s so small, I could probably take him up the ass without blinking.’
Imogen’s lips curled into a dangerous smile, her eyes glinting with challenge. ‘Oh, really? Well, Leia, if you think you’re so tough, let’s see if you can deepthroat Ben. Do that, and I’ll let you borrow him for some... backdoor fun. Since I’m not into it.’
My pulse raced, heat pooling low in my belly as I glanced at Ben, his dark eyes locked on me, a storm of tension brewing. The room felt smaller, the air charged with something raw and forbidden. I licked my lips, stepping closer, my voice a husky dare. ‘Game on.’
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