Undercover in the Ivy League

The Campus Party

The campus party was in full swing when Sophia and Ethan arrived. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, perfume, and something sweet that lingered from the drinks being passed around. Music thumped loudly from speakers, reverberating through the room as students danced, laughed, and let loose. For Sophia, this was a whole new world—she had never experienced anything like it.

She scanned the room, wide-eyed and eager to immerse herself in this newfound freedom. Everything seemed thrillingly normal, from the carefree laughter to the groups of friends huddled together, sipping on colourful drinks. At a table near the back, she spotted a variety of beverages and, with a trusting smile, poured herself a glass of what she assumed was fruit punch.

Ethan was never far from her side, his instincts constantly on high alert, even in this seemingly harmless environment. As Sophia took a sip of the punch, Ethan casually reached for a glass himself, opting for something that appeared non-alcoholic. He didn’t want to get drunk while on duty, especially when he was supposed to be watching over Sophia. Neither of them had any idea that all the drinks at the party had been spiked with alcohol.

They wandered around the party together, chatting with other students, enjoying the lively atmosphere. Sophia, who had only ever known the rigid structure of her carefully guarded life, was soaking in every moment. The more she drank, the more her inhibitions faded, and soon, she was laughing louder, her words coming out in a giddy rush.

Ethan watched her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She was different tonight—lighter, more carefree. But as the alcohol quietly seeped into his system, he too began to feel the effects, though he wasn’t fully aware of it yet.

Sophia caught the eye of a guy across the room, his gaze lingering on her in a way that made Ethan bristle. The guy made his way over, his intentions clear as he asked Sophia to dance. Before she could respond, Ethan smoothly stepped in.

“Mind if I cut in?” he asked, placing a hand on the small of Sophia’s back. His tone was polite, but there was a steely edge that made the other guy think twice before backing off.

Sophia blinked up at Ethan, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the unexpected attention. “You want to dance with me?”

“Just making sure you have a good time,” Ethan replied, guiding her to the dance floor. The beat of the music thrummed through them as they moved in sync, his hands resting on her waist. The initial distance he kept between them gradually disappeared as the alcohol clouded his judgment.

Sophia’s heart raced, the close proximity making her head spin even more. She looked up at Ethan, her vision slightly blurry but her feelings unmistakable. The combination of the music, the lights, and the warmth of Ethan’s hands on her body was intoxicating in itself.

She leaned closer, her lips inches from his ear. “Thank you for dancing with me,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

Ethan’s pulse quickened. “Anytime,” he murmured back, his voice husky.

The tension between them built as they swayed to the rhythm, their bodies moving together more naturally, more intimately. Neither of them noticed how much they had already drunk, the alcohol loosening their inhibitions more with each passing moment.

Before Ethan could think about what he was doing, Sophia leaned in and kissed him. It was soft at first, tentative, but when he didn’t pull away, she pressed harder, deepening the kiss. Ethan responded, his hands tightening around her waist as he kissed her back, losing himself in the moment.

The world around them faded as the kiss grew more heated, more desperate. Ethan’s hand slid up to cup her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he angled his head to kiss her deeper. Sophia’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.