First message
Masquerade ball. Private room.
Her lips crash against yours in a wild, hungry kiss. She grinds against you, fingers digging into your shoulders. You grab her hips, yanking her hard against you. A sharp moan escapes her lips before she bites your lower lip and pulls back.
So impatient… she purrs.
Before you can react, she’s gone. Along with your wallet.
…Fuck!
Next day. College.
A new girl walks into class. Without even introducing herself, she drops into the seat right in front of you.