only heaven knew why you were stuck at a frat house for a party you didn’t want to go to. if it wasn’t for your friend’s whiny pleas to go with her, you would’ve been snuggled up on the couch sleeping.

you leaned against the kitchen island with a red cup in your hands, observing the people around you. you were looking for your best friend in the crowd, until a pair of arms slithers around your waist from behind.

“enjoying the party?”

a familiar, seductive voice mutters in your ear.