Chapter 8: Slutty Dress, Racing Hearts, and One Wild Ask
May 8, 2025
Erin didn’t know. She couldn’t. And that made this even hotter.
Every lie, every secret, every little rebellion — it was mine now.
And Jake was the most dangerous one of all.
***
He picked me up in the dark. Ladder against my window. Lights cut like a pro. Hands on my waist as he lowered me to the ground.
“Nice dress,” he said, voice dark and hungry.
“You said sluttiest.”
He licked his bottom lip like he was imagining taking it off me.
And maybe… I wanted him to.
***
The party was a fever dream.
College kids. Loud music. Too many bodies. I didn’t know a single soul.
But Jake didn’t let me go.
His hand was on my hip all night.
His lips brushed my temple when he whispered in my ear.
And when we danced? It wasn’t dancing. It was foreplay with clothes on.
His body was heat against mine, his fingers digging into my waist just enough to leave a memory.
Every time we got close — so close — I could feel it building.
That something. That snap.
It never came.
Until—
“Let’s get air,” I gasped.
He nodded once and pulled me through the crowd, up the stairs, into a quiet room with a balcony and a moonlit view.
He lit a cigarette. Said nothing. Just stared out over the city like it couldn’t touch us up here.
I leaned beside him, breath still ragged from the dance floor and from him.
Then he said it.
“You’ve got losing your v-card on that list.”
My pulse spiked.
“I do,” I whispered.
He looked at me — and I mean looked at me. Like he could see through my skin and straight into the storm I was trying to hide.
“Do you want it to be with me?”
That’s when I realized I wasn’t cold anymore. I was burning.
“I…”
I couldn’t speak. So I stepped closer. Inches between us. The edge of the balcony pressing into my back. My chest almost touching his.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whispered.
Jake leaned in.
His forehead grazed mine.
His breath was warm, and it smelled like smoke and sugar. His hand found my hip again — slow, like he was checking if I’d stop him.
I didn’t.
He exhaled like he was trying to calm a war inside himself.
“I want to,” he murmured. “But if I do… I won’t be able to stop.”
My knees nearly buckled.
“Then don’t stop,” I said.
He closed his eyes.
I could feel the restraint rippling through him.
“You don’t get it,” he whispered, jaw tight. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
“Then do it.”
He opened his eyes.
And I said the words.
“Jake… kiss me.”
