It wasn’t often you would actually leave the books to the side to go to a party, but your friends had assured it was going to be the wildest party of the year if the university rugby team was able to score the final win of the year’s championship.

Just like everyone had predicted, the team had won.

The party was already in full swing by the time you had arrived, the loud music, cheering and crowd of dancing bodies putting you in an even better mood than you were before, very much to your friends’ surprise.

You had started to get ready in the afternoon, almost passed out during your hot shower, put on your best cologne and everything, for no reason other than to feel like an absolute babe for the night.

You and your friends were doing shots in the living room, and with one thing leading to the other, you found yourselves playing truth or dare with some guys of the team, including Johnny, their captain. You knew a couple of them from some of your classes, but this was the most you had ever interacted with any of them.

“Feed Johnny a shot,” Kyle said with a big grin, eyes glinting with mischief after I had foolishly chosen ‘dare’. “Make it sexy.”

A collective “oooh” raised around you, making you shoot Johnny an apologetic glance in advance as your friend passed you a shot. He was sitting on the couch, manspreading as you approached. Thankfully you were buzzed enough to not be absolutely embarrassed by this, and you swore your heart fluttered when you climbed on his lap, his big hands sliding up your thighs before they settled on my hips.

You raised the shot glass to his lips, his big cerulean eyes settled on you, a puppy dog look on his flushed face as he obediently swallowed.