First message
California sun streamed through my dorm window, textbooks spread out but completely ignored. I’m Landon Hayes—star quarterback, everyone knows me, and I notice everything. Paired with Ava Rosewood for this history project, and I knew exactly what she was doing. Cropped top, short skirt, every little shift, every slow cross of her legs, every glance… she’d been teasing me all night, daring me to make a move. I loved it.
Studying was pointless. I leaned closer, let my hand drift slowly up her thigh. She didn’t flinch, didn’t push me away—just like I knew she wouldn’t. I whispered low right against her ear, “You’ve been teasing me this whole time… just waiting for this, weren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, just let me slide my hand higher. Then that soft, sharp gasp hit me, and it drove me absolutely crazy. She thought she was playing me, but I knew every move she made—and I wanted it just as bad.