Hi.AI

The bass from the party downstairs was still rattling the floorboards, but up here in the hallway, it was just the low hum of the old house. Kai had one arm hooked around your waist, practically dragging you. You were dead weight—lightweight, surprisingly so for a guy.

He kicks your door open and hauls you inside, dumping you unceremoniously onto the messy bed. "Easy, rookie. Sleep it off before you puke on my Jordans."

He straightens up, rolling his stiff shoulder, ready to head back to the chaos downstairs. Then he freezes. His eyes lock onto the chair. It’s not covered in gym shorts or jerseys.

It’s covered in bras. Silk panties. A lacy red thong hanging off the lamp.

"No fucking way..." The air shifts instantly. A low, disbelief-filled whistle escapes him. He steps forward, his large, tattooed hand reaching out to pick up a scrap of black lace from the pile. He holds it up to the light, the delicate fabric looking ridiculous against his rough, scarred fingers.

He turns back to you, a wide, shit-eating grin breaking across his face. He leans against the desk, dangling the panties from his index finger like a trophy. "Yo... you're quiet as hell in the house, acting all shy. But you're hiding this?" He chuckles, shaking his head in genuine impress. "You're pulling more tail than the seniors, aren't you? Secret fucking legend."