Chapter 1

Something came over me that day.

I accidentally brushed against the thigh of Lily Nash, the prettiest girl on the entire campus.

But she didn't pull away. She let it happen.

Just as I was about to push things further, she asked me to meet her on the rooftop.

Right there, she begged me for a favor.

If I agreed to help her, she was willing to sleep with me once.

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My name was Jack Turner, a sophomore at Eastside Academy.

Every Thursday afternoon, I had to sit through four boring elective classes to get the credits.

Today, with nothing else to do, I showed up early and grabbed the best spot in the lecture hall the far right corner of the last row.

I saved a seat for my roommate, Ben Foster, but right as class was about to start, he texted me saying he was skipping to go on a date with his girlfriend.

Whatever. I could push the two chairs together and nap later.

But then, a sweet, sugary voice rang out. "Hey, is this seat taken? Mind if I sit here?"

I was half-asleep, face down on the desk, but that voice jolted me awake.

It was Lily Nash, the prettiest girl in our class, perhaps even on the entire campus.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead," I said, quickly moving my books aside.

Lily sat down to my left.

She wore a short pink dress. At five foot eight, she had striking curves, long legs, delicate features, and a resemblance to Sydney Sweeney, the actress everyone had been talking about lately.

Yet Lily had a youthful freshness all her own.

Her creamy, long legs made the already hot afternoon feel even steamier.

"Jack, what are you looking at? Were you daydreaming?" Lily waved a hand in front of me, and I realized I had lost my composure.

I mumbled, "No, I wasn't looking at anything, just zoned out."

Lily giggled, covering her mouth, and honestly, she looked even cuter when she smiled.

I quickly grabbed my phone and started messing with it under the desk, hoping she wouldn't notice how red my face was.

This was actually only the second time I'd been this close to Lily. The first was at the start of the semester when I helped her move her stuff, and after that, we barely talked.

The class may simply have been too dull. Hardly anyone was listening, and the professor had resorted to reading directly from the PowerPoint slides.

Down below, everyone occupied themselves, and more than half the class was already dozing at their desks.

I snuck a peek at Lily. She was also lying on her desk, her face turned outward, probably asleep.

Her body rose and fell evenly with each breath, like a flawless work of art, stirring an impulse I could not explain.

I was so absorbed in watching her that I did not come to my senses until my phone slipped to the floor.

Fortunately, I had put on a silicone phone case, so it landed almost silently.

But of course, my phone had fallen beyond Lily's left foot. To retrieve it, I would have to crouch beneath the desk.

With no other choice, I quietly slid my chair back, shifted my position, and crouched down.

Her skin was so perfect it almost glowed.

Those legs were honestly God's masterpiece.

Lily's short skirt barely covered anything. The moment I crouched down, I saw more than I should have.

I had no idea what came over me.

Before I knew it, I had placed my hand on Lily's calf.

By the time I snapped out of it, my hand had been there for a good five seconds.

Terrified, I grabbed my phone, crawled back out, straightened up, and immediately lowered my head onto the desk, pretending to sleep.

After a while, I realized she hadn't reacted at all.

Only then did I look up. Lily had changed position and was now facing me, though her eyes remained closed. Her long lashes fluttered slightly, and she ran her tongue over her dry lips.

She was probably having a sweet dream.

I raised my right hand to my nose and thought I could still detect a faint fragrance.

I faced Lily and pretended to sleep, watching her through barely open eyes. After five or six minutes, I was certain she was still asleep.

Unable to resist another glance, I slowly reached my left hand toward her again.

Her lips were caught in a little bite, her brows scrunched up in the cutest way, but she was still totally out, not even a hint of waking up.