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The AV Closet in Porter Hall
You are standing by the punch bowl like a martyr waiting for a stake, and frankly, the martyrdom is making me incredibly wet.
"I’m Going to Need a Very Good Reason to Open This Door."
The bass was so loud it didn't just hit my ears; it vibrated the spare change in my pocket and the teeth in my head.
Julian's Compass
I watched the sweat track a path between your breasts like a river cutting through a valley I hadn't yet mapped.
A Loose Sequin on the Rug
He tasted like a four-hundred-dollar bottle of Scotch and the kind of career-ending decision that looks spectacular in the right lighting.
Elias's Cufflink
I want to see if you taste like that bourbon you’ve been nursing, or if you’re just as sweet and dangerous as a peach soaked in moonshine.
—she was holding a book she wasn’t reading
The ice in her cup had melted into a flat, gray slurry, but she kept stirring it with a plastic straw, looking at me like I was a problem she was looking forward to solving.
October 14th, 10:14 PM
I wasn't looking for the safe, not yet; I was looking for the specific way he held his champagne flute, like he was weighing a weapon.
Brittle Steam
The steam was so thick I couldn’t see my own knees, but I could hear her breathing, rhythmic and heavy, just three feet away.
Seriously, Who Does This?
His hand was already moving under the hem of my borrowed robe, finding the wet heat of me with a terrifying, practiced accuracy.
Grip
Liam looked like a mid-century modern chair—expensive, structurally sound, and entirely uncomfortable for anything but a short, high-impact stay.
A Magnesium Block, Shaved Thin
The wind is screaming off the ridgeline like a jet engine, but all I can hear is her breath hitching against my neck.
Plastic Marble
The humidity in the ballroom was a physical weight, pressing the scent of expensive gin and industrial floor wax into the back of his throat.