Foul Play 🩷

Fifteen

**TRIGGER WARNING - Explicit S/A**

December 2022

"Milly..."

Millicent sighed, her steps remaining steady as she continued her walk through the mostly empty college halls. The sound of Henry's voice echoed behind her, and she fought the urge to quicken her pace. He caught up to her, gently grabbing her arm to turn her towards him. "Henry, please, leave me alone."

He stumbled over his words, a nervous hand running through his hair. "I... I wanted to show you my grades for the first term." He extended his phone toward her, attempting a small smile amidst his evident nervousness.

"I'm really proud of you, Henry. Really," she replied, her smile softening her words, as she handed his phone back, and he slid it into his pocket.

An awkward silence settled between them, the tension palpable. "Thanks. Couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course, you could have," she sighed, shaking her head. She started to walk away, hearing his footsteps following. "You're a smart guy, Henry. You're just lazy."

His chuckle matched his steps as they walked out of the building. "Can I take you out to dinner? As a thank you?"

Millicent groaned, pausing to face him again as he stopped in front of her. "I can't. I have plans. We can't keep being friends. I'm sorry."

With a touch of frustration, he blurted out, "I'm in love with you, Millicent." His hand found hers, gripping it gently before she pulled away.

She halted, her head bowed, taking a moment to collect herself before turning back around. When she met his gaze, his eyes reflected a mixture of frustration and hurt. They lingered in this silence, each grappling with their emotions, before they both turned away from each other, continuing their paths in opposite directions.

***

Millicent entered Ben's apartment with a touch of nervousness, met by his welcoming smile as he helped her remove her coat and hang it on the hook. "My dad had a date tonight too, apparently. Told me he might not come home tonight, so I didn't bother telling him where I was going..."

Ben chuckled, gently taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen counter, where he had prepared pasta for their dinner. "Do you want some wine? Perhaps it will help calm your nerves?"

She chuckled nervously, nodding as she took a seat on one of the stools, enjoying a tender kiss from Ben. "Thanks. I don't know why I'm so nervous..."

"Don't worry about it," he assured her, sliding a glass of wine her way. He observed with a smile as she quickly drained it and wordlessly slid the glass back for a refill. "As you wish." He poured her another glass and took a seat beside her. "I hope you like the pasta. It's really the only thing I know how to make..."

Millicent grinned, feeling increasingly at ease as the conversation flowed. "It's perfect."

Once they finished their meal, Ben offered her another glass of wine, which she politely declined, realizing she had already consumed an entire bottle during dinner. "You're still nervous?" he asked, sensing her tension.

She nodded, and he led her to his bedroom, closing the door softly behind them. "Yes," she breathed, her words barely out before he pressed his lips to hers. She allowed him to draw her closer, her arms wrapping around him. A soft breeze rustled through the slightly opened window, sending a shiver across her skin.

"Take your clothes off," his whisper brushed against her ear, igniting a blend of excitement and apprehension within her.

Nervously, she obeyed, kicking off her shoes, then removing her shirt. With a bit of hesitation but driven by a mixture of curiosity and attraction, she shed her clothing until she stood before him fully naked.