Leila Wilson never imagined that a single night at a frat party would change her life forever. Quiet, reserved, and more comfortable with a book than in the chaotic swirl of party life, she's never been the type to take risks-until she meets Jesci K...
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Leila stood there, mesmerized by Jesci. His smile was intoxicating, like a drug she couldn't get enough of. Every time his lips curved into that slight smirk, it sent a flutter through her chest that she couldn't quite shake. She found herself wanting him to never stop smiling, to keep that playful glint in his eyes just for her.
Jesci, sensing the tension in the air, chuckled softly, breaking the silence. "I'll just grab a shirt from Dane's room," he said casually. Without waiting for her to respond, he turned and gestured for her to follow him down the hallway and up the stairs. Leila hesitated for a moment, her heart still racing from their unexpected moment in the bathroom, but she quickly followed after him.
They reached Dane's room, and as soon as Jesci opened the door, Leila's nose was hit with a mix of stale air and laundry that hadn't been done in weeks. The room was exactly what she had imagined a typical boy's room to look like—messy, cluttered, and slightly disgusting. Clothes were strewn across the floor, empty snack wrappers and drink cans littered the surfaces, and the faint smell of cologne mixed with sweat hung in the air.
Leila gingerly moved aside some crumpled pieces of clothing with her foot, feeling out of place in the chaotic environment. She watched as Jesci nonchalantly walked over to Dane's dresser and started rifling through the drawers, searching for a clean shirt. His movements were fluid, confident, as if the mess surrounding him didn't faze him in the slightest.
And then, in one swift motion, he pulled his damp shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
Leila's breath caught in her throat.
Her cheeks flushed bright red as she found herself staring at his bare torso. Jesci's entire body was covered in tattoos— intricate designs that sprawled across his chest, snaked down his arms, and decorated his back. Each one seemed to tell a story, though Leila was far too flustered to focus on the details. She didn't know where to look—part of her wanted to avert her gaze, to give him some privacy, but another part of her couldn't tear her eyes away. She'd never been this close to someone like him before, someone so raw and unapologetically himself.
Jesci, sensing her gaze on him, turned and gave her a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You okay there?" he asked, his voice teasing but gentle, as if he enjoyed the effect he was having on her.
Leila swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure. "Y-Yeah," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... wasn't expecting that."
Jesci chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "What, never seen a guy covered in tattoos before?" he asked, his tone playful as he held up a clean shirt, casually tossing it over his shoulder.
Leila shook her head, still trying to gather her thoughts. "Not like this."
Leila stood frozen, her eyes locked on Jesci's chest, taking in the ink that decorated every inch of his skin. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she realized she was staring, but she couldn't help it. There was something captivating about the way his tattoos flowed across his body, like a carefully crafted masterpiece.
