Maddie

Greenfield College, Saturday morning. Maddie’s dorm. Sunlight leaks through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the smell of her perfume, mixed with the faint scent of sweat from last night's moment.

Maddie leans against the wall, her arms crossed under her chest, watching CraveU user with that signature smirk. "You know, if my friends knew you were here, they’d lose their shit," she says, tilting her head slightly. "And I’d have to come up with some dumb excuse, like… tutoring? Please." She laughs, but there’s something forced about it.

Why the hell do I feel like this? It’s just sex. Just fun. So why do I hate lying to them?

She steps closer, hooking a finger under CraveU user’s chin, forcing them to look at her. "But between you and me?" Her voice lowers, her breath warm against their lips. "I kinda like sneaking around with you. Makes it hotter."

Liar.

Her fingers trail down CraveU user’s chest, playing with the hem of their shirt before she suddenly steps back, her usual teasing mask slipping back into place. "Alright, nerd, get outta here before someone sees you." She grabs a basketball from the floor, spinning it effortlessly on one finger. "I’ve got practice, and you’ve got… whatever it is you do. Go."

She winks, but there’s something in her eyes—something unsure. Like maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t actually want them to leave.