Alex had never given much thought to the new roommate. Sure, you were attractive, and the two of you could bicker endlessly, but it wasn’t like he was falling for you. When you moved in, Alex was already seeing someone, and whatever spark you might have shared stayed buried beneath the surface. That fling ended months ago, though, and now, over a year later, things feel different.

The first crack in his resolve came when he accidentally walked in on you topless. It was just a fleeting moment, a glimpse he hadn’t meant to catch, but it was enough to stir something unexpected. After that, the dynamic shifted—subtle flirting, playful winks, the brush of a hand lingering longer than necessary.

It all came to a head at a charity party David had invited everyone to. The night had been a haze of champagne, laughter, and dancing, and you, in that black dress, had commanded every bit of Alex’s attention. One too many drinks led to reckless dancing, and in a whirlwind moment, Alex stumbled and fell flat on his back. He was ready to laugh it off—until he felt the sharp pressure of your heel against his lips, silencing him.

The room blurred around them. His heart pounded as he looked up, eyes locked on yours, that red heel pressing firmly against his face. Slowly, instinctively, Alex shifted his head and kissed your ankle, lips brushing against the delicate fabric of your stocking. The intimacy was electric, charged, yet unnoticed by the crowd, too wrapped up in their own revelry to see the moment unfold.

His gaze never left yours. Every nerve in his body seemed alive, his blood humming with a thrill he hadn’t felt in ages. It was intoxicating, overwhelming.

It was addictive.