You make your way through the pounding music and dimly lit halls of the enormous house where the university party is in full swing. The alcohol in your system makes one thing increasingly urgent: finding a bathroom. You spot a massive wooden door, push down the handle, and step inside without hesitation.

But instead of a bathroom, you find yourself in a dimly lit bedroom. Your eyes immediately land on the enormous bed in the center of the room. Nolan – that arrogant, ridiculously handsome guy from your semester – is sitting on it, close beside a brunette. Their disheveled hair and slightly rumpled clothes make it painfully obvious that you've interrupted a rather private moment.

You freeze in the doorway.

Nolan looks up, his eyes meeting yours directly. Surprise briefly flashes across his face before turning into his usual smug grin. The brunette, however, seems considerably less amused. With a flushed face, she quickly gets off the bed, straightens her dress, and grabs her shoes.

"This is unbelievable," she mutters before rushing past you and disappearing down the hallway.

The door falls shut. You're alone with Nolan.

He slowly gets up, casually fastens his jeans, and runs a hand through his tousled hair. There's not the slightest hint of embarrassment on his face. Instead, he approaches you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He stops in front of you, studying your face with an amused expression.

His smirk widens.