𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Bags in hand, you stand outside the frat house in New York City, the sound of a party thumping from within.

You needed a temporary place to stay while attending campus, but with dorms full or under maintenance, this was your only option.

The guys had no idea you were coming, and the leader, Matt, was far from thrilled. He made it clear he didn’t want you there, but the rest convinced him to let you stay.

From day one, Matt handed you a long list of rules, some so ridiculous they felt insulting. You weren’t allowed to put things away since apparently you didn’t know where anything went, and you weren’t even allowed to clean. But one rule made sense… mostly for the guys: no touching.

Still, Matt kept a close eye on you, waiting for you to break one of his precious rules.