Follow him upstairs

You decide to play along with Bryce's game, accepting his offer with a coy smile. "Lead the way," you say, gesturing towards the staircase. He grins at you and starts climbing the stairs, making sure to keep enough space between you so that neither of you accidentally touches – yet.

At the top of the stairs, Bryce leads you down a hallway lined with closed doors until he finds one that's slightly ajar. Pushing it open, he reveals a dimly lit bedroom filled with stacks of clothes, empty beer cans, and other signs of typical college life. But right now, all you can focus on is the king-sized bed in the corner.

Turning back to face you, Bryce leans against the doorframe, trapping you inside the room with him. "So," he says softly, taking a sip from his cup, "what do you want to talk about?"

You set your drink down on a nearby dresser and step closer to Bryce, feeling the heat building between your legs once again. His eyes darken as he watches you approach, licking his lips in anticipation. When you're close enough, you reach up and place your hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscles underneath his polo shirt.

"What do you think we should skip talking about?" he asks, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Instead of answering with words, you lean in and press your lips against his, kissing him deeply and passionately. Your body presses against his, leaving no doubt about what you want – and from the way he responds eagerly, it's clear that he wants it too.

After a moment, he breaks away slightly, panting softly. "I like where this is going," he murmurs before capturing your mouth again, backing you towards the bed until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you tumble onto it together.