A LITTLE LOST(1)

The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Hawthorne University’s main lecture hall, casting long golden shafts across the rows of wooden desks. Emma Harper clutched her notebook to her chest as she slipped into the back row, heart hammering. At nineteen, transferring mid-semester felt like walking into a lion’s den. New city, new campus, new everything. Her dark wavy hair fell over one shoulder, and she tugged at the hem of her short plaid skirt, suddenly self-conscious about how much leg it showed.

Professor Lang droned on about modernist poetry, but Emma’s attention drifted. Two boys three rows ahead kept glancing back. The first had messy chestnut hair and a lean, athletic build. Alex, she’d overheard someone call him. His white button-down was rolled to the elbows, revealing toned forearms. The second, Jordan, sat beside him: broader shoulders, dark skin, a quiet intensity in his deep brown eyes. He wore a fitted black tee that hinted at the muscle beneath. Both were the kind of effortlessly attractive that made her stomach flip.

When the lecture ended, she gathered her things slowly. A shadow fell over her desk.

“Hey, you’re new, right?” Alex’s voice was warm, a little husky. He leaned against the desk beside hers, close enough that she caught the faint scent of his cologne.“I’m Alex. This is Jordan.”

Jordan offered a small smile, hands in his pockets. “Saw you looking a little lost during the break. Need help finding anything?”

Emma smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “That obvious? I’m Emma. Just transferred from upstate. Still figuring out where everything is.”

They fell into step with her as they left the hall, the hallway buzzing with students. Alex walked on her left, Jordan on her right. Their arms brushed hers occasionally innocent, but each touch lingered a second longer than necessary. Alex’s fingers grazed the back of her hand when he pointed out the campus café. Jordan’s shoulder bumped hers lightly as they dodged a group of freshmen.

“You should join our study group,” Alex suggested, his green eyes flicking down to her lips for a fraction of a second. “We meet Tuesdays and Thursdays after class. Keeps the poetry from melting our brains.”

“I’d like that,” Emma said softly. Her pulse quickened at the way they both watched her—like she was a secret they’d just discovered.

The first study session was that same evening in the library’s quiet upper floor. The three of them claimed a corner table tucked behind tall shelves. Emma sat between them, her chair pulled close. Textbooks lay open, but conversation drifted. Alex stretched, his arm draping casually along the back of her chair. His fingertips brushed her shoulder blade through her thin blouse, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You’re really good at this,” Jordan murmured, leaning in to point at her notes. His breath warmed her neck. “Most new people drown in Eliot. You make it sound… seductive.”

Emma’s cheeks heated. She shifted slightly, her thigh pressing against Jordan’s under the table. Neither pulled away. “Seductive? It’s just words on a page.”

Alex chuckled low. “Words can be dangerous.” His fingers traced a light circle on her shoulder, barely there, but enough to make her breath hitch. Jordan’s hand rested on the table near hers, their pinkies touching. The air felt thicker and charged.

They talked for nearly two hours. Every laugh, every shared glance built something unspoken. When the library lights dimmed in warning, Alex’s hand slid down to rest at the small of her back as they walked out. “Our dorm’s just across the quad. Want to come hang out a bit? We’ve got better snacks than the vending machines.”

Emma hesitated only a moment. “Sure.”

The boys’ dorm room was surprisingly neat. Posters of bands and city skylines on the walls, a big couch facing a TV. Jordan closed the door behind them with a soft click. Emma kicked off her shoes and curled onto the couch. Alex brought sodas and a bag of chips, sitting close enough that their legs touched. Jordan took the other side, his knee brushing hers.

They put on a movie. Some atmospheric thriller. But no one paid much attention. Conversation flowed easily at first, then grew quieter. Alex’s hand found her knee, thumb stroking lazy circles just above it. “You smell good,” he said softly, voice rougher now. “Like vanilla and something sweet.”

Emma’s skin tingled. She turned her head toward him, their faces inches apart. “Thanks.”

Jordan’s fingers traced the edge of her skirt hem on her other side, light as a feather. “Nervous?” he asked, eyes dark.

“A little,” she admitted. But it wasn’t fear. It was anticipation, slow and delicious, pooling low in her belly.

Alex leaned in first. His lips brushed her temple, then her cheek, teasing. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” His breath was warm against her ear. “But I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you in class.”

Emma tilted her head, and their mouths met. Soft at first. His kiss deepened slowly, tongue tracing her lower lip until she opened for him. Heat bloomed through her body. Jordan’s hand slid higher on her thigh, squeezing gently, watching them with hooded eyes.

When Alex pulled back, breathing heavier, Jordan cupped her chin and turned her toward him. His kiss was different. Deeper, more commanding. His tongue stroked hers with deliberate slowness, while Alex’s lips found her neck, sucking lightly just below her ear. Emma gasped into Jordan’s mouth, her hands fisting in their shirts.

She felt surrounded, wanted. Alex’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of her blouse, tracing the bare skin of her waist. Not pushing further, just exploring, teasing the edge of her bra. Jordan’s palm smoothed up her thigh, stopping just short of where her pulse throbbed hottest.

“Fuck, Emma,” Alex whispered against her throat. “You’re driving us crazy already.”

She arched slightly, pressing into their touches. The room felt too warm, clothes too restrictive. Jordan’s hand ventured higher, fingertips grazing the lace edge of her panties. A soft moan escaped her. Alex captured it with another kiss, hungrier now, while his hand cupped her breast through her blouse, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked.

They shifted her between them on the couch. Emma’s head fell back against Jordan’s shoulder as Alex kissed down her collarbone. Jordan’s fingers slipped under her skirt fully now, stroking her inner thigh with maddening patience. So close. Their bodies pressed against hers. Hard, evident arousal pressing against her hips from both sides.

Alex pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes dark with need. “Tell us what you want, new girl.”

Emma’s voice came out breathy, trembling with want. “I want… more. Both of you.”

Jordan groaned softly, his fingers finally brushing over the damp fabric between her legs. Alex’s mouth claimed hers again, deeper, as his hand slipped inside her blouse to tease bare skin. The movie played forgotten in the background while their hands explored slowly building the fire higher.

Emma’s hips rocked subtly against Jordan’s touch, chasing friction. Alex nipped at her lower lip, whispering against her mouth. “We’ve got all night. We’re just getting started with you.”

The tension coiled tighter, every touch electric, every shared breath heavier. She was caught between them, flushed and aching, the promise of more hanging thick in the air. Their hands and mouths teased and explored, bringing her to the edge of surrender without tipping over.

Not yet.

But soon. Very soon, the new girl would belong to both of them completely.