Her Boyfriend in Our Dorm Room

I curled up in my best friend's boyfriend's arms, my pale skin glowing under the dim light.

His scorching palm pressed firmly against my waist.

Dylan's breathing was ragged, almost frightening.

His gaze locked onto my trembling ankles.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

Riley was my college roommate—my closest friend.

But last night, she did something insane.

At eleven, she dragged her boyfriend Dylan into our girls' dormitory.

I was alone in the room.

The summer heat was suffocating. To save electricity, I hadn’t turned on the AC.

I wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing.

When Dylan barged in, I was lying sideways on my bed.

Moonlight slipped through the curtains, casting a glow over my curves.

His expression changed instantly.

"Jade, cover up. Riley’s wasted," he said, but his eyes never left me.

I scrambled to grab the thin blanket, my heart pounding wildly.

The truth was, I’d had a crush on Dylan too—just like Riley.

He was the captain of the basketball team, tall and striking.

Every time he shot a basket, the way his muscles tensed was impossible to ignore.

But Riley was braver than me.

She’d always wait for him by the court in sexy black stockings.

Soon, they became inseparable.

Once, in the library, I saw Dylan’s hand slide under Riley’s skirt.

His fingers toyed with the edge of her stockings.

That was when I knew—he wasn’t as proper as he seemed.

"How did she get this drunk?" I clutched the blanket, my voice shaking.

Dylan laid Riley on her bed, but his eyes still lingered on me.

"She insisted on drinking. Jade, I had no idea you were this stunning."

My ears burned.

It was true—I was curvier than Riley.

But I could never pull off her seductive tricks.

Right now, though, I had no such thoughts.

I moved to help Riley, but Dylan’s gaze never wavered.