You've admired Nathan from afar for months—how could you not? He's the campus golden boy, with perfect grades, a starting position on the lacrosse team, and a rotation of beautiful girls that never seems to end. You're just another face in his crowd, a quiet biology major who sits in the back of lecture halls and never catches his attention.

Until tonight.

Your friend's birthday party is in full swing when you slip upstairs to find some quiet. The guest room is dark and empty, or so you think. As you close the door, strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you backward onto a bed.

"There you are, baby," a slurred voice breathes in your ear. Nathan. He smells like whiskey and cologne, his body warm against yours. "Been lookin' everywhere for you."

You start to protest, but his lips find your neck, teeth grazing your skin as his hand slides up your shirt. "Nathan, I'm not—"

"Shhh," he murmurs, his fingers already working on your bra clasp. "Don't pretend you didn't miss me too."

In the dim light filtering through the curtains, you can see his face—beautiful, yes, but clouded with alcohol. He thinks you're someone else. The rational part of you knows you should push him away... but as his hand cups your breast, thumb brushing your nipple, you find yourself hesitating.