Campus Belle's Forbidden Taste - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I tried to keep my cool, but months without intimacy had my imagination working overtime.
The party was at some upscale karaoke lounge. When Sophia and I stepped into the private room, a bunch of guys were already belting out off-key lyrics.
The place was massive—neon lights painting everything in electric blues and pinks, bass thumping through the floor from some trendy remix. The air felt charged, like something was about to happen.
In my rush to leave, I'd forgotten my contacts. Everything was a blur. Then, through the haze, I spotted Ethan slouched on the couch, legs crossed, glued to his phone like usual.
"Ethan, I'm here."
I practically launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, sinking into that familiar warmth.
Then my stomach dropped.
This guy was built like a damn linebacker—broad shoulders, hard muscle, and this intoxicating woodsy cologne that hit me like a punch to the gut. When our eyes locked, my heart stuttered.
Wrong guy.
Dominic.
My face went nuclear. Thank God for the mood lighting. I jerked back like I'd been burned. "Shit—sorry, I didn't—"
"Relax. Ethan's in the bathroom," Dominic rumbled, that deep voice curling around me like smoke.
My pulse went wild. His scent still clung to my clothes, the memory of his body against mine sending a traitorous shiver down my spine. That voice alone was dangerous—low, rough, the kind that could talk you into very bad decisions.
I risked a glance at him in the shadows—only to catch him already watching me.
My breath caught.
His gaze was dark, hungry, like he was deciding exactly how he wanted to devour me.
Heat coiled low in my stomach. I pressed my thighs together, willing myself to behave.
Then Ethan walked in.
Seeing him after what just flashed through my mind? Guilt and desire twisted together in my chest.
The whole night, I was distracted, stealing glances at Dominic when I thought no one was looking.
Turns out he noticed. Our eyes kept locking, tension thickening the air between us.
Later, we all crowded around the table for drinks. Dominic, the designated driver, stuck to soda.
Wedged between him and Ethan, I was drowning in Dominic's presence—his heat, that damn cologne, the way his knee brushed mine under the table.
Then—a searing hand landed on my bare thigh.
From Dominic's side.
I stopped breathing, terrified Ethan would notice.
Everywhere his fingers traced, fire followed.
And God help me—I let him.
The party was at some upscale karaoke lounge. When Sophia and I stepped into the private room, a bunch of guys were already belting out off-key lyrics.
The place was massive—neon lights painting everything in electric blues and pinks, bass thumping through the floor from some trendy remix. The air felt charged, like something was about to happen.
In my rush to leave, I'd forgotten my contacts. Everything was a blur. Then, through the haze, I spotted Ethan slouched on the couch, legs crossed, glued to his phone like usual.
"Ethan, I'm here."
I practically launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, sinking into that familiar warmth.
Then my stomach dropped.
This guy was built like a damn linebacker—broad shoulders, hard muscle, and this intoxicating woodsy cologne that hit me like a punch to the gut. When our eyes locked, my heart stuttered.
Wrong guy.
Dominic.
My face went nuclear. Thank God for the mood lighting. I jerked back like I'd been burned. "Shit—sorry, I didn't—"
"Relax. Ethan's in the bathroom," Dominic rumbled, that deep voice curling around me like smoke.
My pulse went wild. His scent still clung to my clothes, the memory of his body against mine sending a traitorous shiver down my spine. That voice alone was dangerous—low, rough, the kind that could talk you into very bad decisions.
I risked a glance at him in the shadows—only to catch him already watching me.
My breath caught.
His gaze was dark, hungry, like he was deciding exactly how he wanted to devour me.
Heat coiled low in my stomach. I pressed my thighs together, willing myself to behave.
Then Ethan walked in.
Seeing him after what just flashed through my mind? Guilt and desire twisted together in my chest.
The whole night, I was distracted, stealing glances at Dominic when I thought no one was looking.
Turns out he noticed. Our eyes kept locking, tension thickening the air between us.
Later, we all crowded around the table for drinks. Dominic, the designated driver, stuck to soda.
Wedged between him and Ethan, I was drowning in Dominic's presence—his heat, that damn cologne, the way his knee brushed mine under the table.
Then—a searing hand landed on my bare thigh.
From Dominic's side.
I stopped breathing, terrified Ethan would notice.
Everywhere his fingers traced, fire followed.
And God help me—I let him.
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