LOGINChapter 4Bowie POV I stared at my phone screen until my eyes burned.The three messages sat there, glowing in the dim light of my dorm room. I read them so many times, I had them memorized already.My thumb still hovered over the keyboard.I managed to type something, but then I panicked and deleted it immediately, without sending.The three dots appeared on his end again. I held my breath in anticipation.Another message came through.Wesley: You going to leave me on read, or are you going to say something?A nervous laugh escaped me. I could picture him saying it in a low voice with that hint of amusement he carried last night.I typed quickly before I could overthink it.Me: How did you get my number?Wesley: Harley, saw her a while ago with Marcus.Of course it’s Harley and he just happened to know Marcus too. Me: oh, explains it.Wesley: annoyed?Me: I'm not.Wesley: Good. Because I have been thinking about you all day, can’t get last night out of my head.My stomac
Bowie POV I woke up to the sunlight piercing through my eyelids and the worst headache of my life.The room tilted when I tried to open my eyes, so I kept them shut, pressing the heels of my palms against my sockets until the spinning stopped. My mouth felt like sandpaper and there was a taste in the back of my throat that I could only describe as regret.I was still wearing my dress from last night. It was twisted around my torso and one strap had slipped off my shoulder. My thighs were pressed together, and when I shifted, I could still feel it… my cum between my legs, all dried.My stomach flipped.It wasn't a dream.I actually made out with Wesley… the Wesley Chen. I opened my eyes again, slower this time, and stared at the ceiling of my dorm room. Harley's bed was empty, the sheets kicked to the foot of the mattress, which meant she was already awake.I groaned placing the pillow over my face, i was not ready to be awake just yet, I wasn’t ready to deal with wha
Bowie POV The room went insane.My heart stopped. Then started again, pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.Seven minutes in heaven? With Wesley? Was she insane? I didn't even know what that meant, but the way she was smirking made it clear it was filthy.She probably noticed the way I had been shamelessly staring at him all night.I looked at Wesley again. He was pushing off the wall, his eyes fixed on me now, and they flickered with a hint of interest or amusement? I couldn’t read them clearly. Harley grabbed my arm. "Come on, Bow. You can't take another drink. You will get wasted. You have to do the dare." She whispered.Judging from the way my head was already spinning, she was right.I could feel my palms already so sweaty as I nodded. Wesley crossed the room in a few easy strides, then he took my sweaty palm in his, which was so warm, rough and huge around mine.He led me through the crowd without looking back, into another room.The door clicked shut behind
Bowie POV I entered the frat house as the strong smell of alcohol and sweat filled my nostrils. “This night is going to be so much fun!”Harley screamed as she grabbed a cup of beer from the ping pong table.“Is that even safe to drink?” I scrunched my nose in disgust.The table was sticky, the beer was warm, and I was pretty sure someone had used that same cup as an ashtray earlier.“Duh, Of course.” She rolled her eyes and chugged the drink down like a pro, not even wincing.That's Harley for you. The risk taker. The one who walked into every room like she already owned it. And me? I was the shy introvert who wished she had stayed back at the dorm with her a book and a noise-canceling headphones.Everything was just too loud and too dim.Bodies bumped into me from every direction. Someone even spilled beer on my shoulder and didn't apologize.I honestly wouldn't be here if Harley hadn't literally dragged me out. She had grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of our dorm room w
Bowie POV I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, my fingers pressed flat against my stomach. The clock on my nightstand glowed 1:47 AM. I had been lying here for almost two hours, and sleep wasn't coming.Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw him.That perfectly handsome face, and that freaking hot sculpted body. Everything about him was nothing less than hot- his smile, the way he moves and his muscles flexes, his hair… my hands itched to run my fingers through it. My thighs pressed together, trying to ignore the warmth building there. It didn't work. If anything, the pressure made it worse.I was so confused why I felt this way for a guy that i barely knew except for his name- Wesley Chen.But my hand was already moving.
Yas POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the weight on my waist.Dian.His arm was wrapped around me like he was afraid I would disappear again.For one terrifying second, I thought I had dreamed everything. The confession, the kiss and the series of intense sex that followed after.It felt so surreal, but then I felt his breath against the back of my neck, warm and steady. His thighs tucked behind mine and his chest pressed against my spine, along with his half hard dick against my ass, and the soreness between my legs that told me last night had been very, very real. Dian actually loves me! And God! The way he looked at me when he said those three words, he was so raw, broken and so fucking honest.Whatever decision I made to stay away from him quickly washed away with the air. I turned my head to look at him, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.The room was quiet except for the soft sound of his breathing. Morning light filtered through
Chapter 6Dian POV Trina’s voice cut through the air so sharply that, for a split second, I honestly thought my mind tricked me. It didn’t fit the moment at all, the heated, dangerous tension Yas and I had been sinking into. It was like someone threw cold water across my face. My heart paced
Yas My scream hung in the air like a desperate plea, my body still on his thick cock, every muscle tensed as his fingers grazed mine over the buzzing phone. The screen's glow cut through the blackness, illuminating his confused face for a split second, enough to twist my gut with fresh panic.
The morning after the hangout felt heavier than I expected.Not physically, my body felt mostly fine, but in my chest, right behind my ribs, something kept twisting and tightening, like a knot that refused to loosen. I stayed in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, replaying every si
Yas Sunlight penetrated through the curtains. I stirred, my body heavy and entwined with Dian's, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his steady breaths warm against my neck. His cock, soft now but still thick regardless as it pressed against my thigh, a reminder of how deeply he had







