No, make up an excuse to leave

As Vanessa leads you toward your shared room, you make a show of feeling Eliza's phone vibrate in her pocket. You extract it from beneath the stolen underwear carefully, making sure nothing falls out.

"Hold on," you say, staring at the screen with a manufactured look of concern. "It's Henri—the guy I was helping at the library. Something's wrong."

Vanessa pauses, her hand still linked through your arm. "The cute psychology major? What's up with him?"

You hadn't realized Eliza knew you that well, but you roll with it. "He says he's really sick. Might have passed out or something." You press the phone to Eliza's ear, pretending to take a call while actually just listening to silence. "Hey, slow down... Where are you now?"

You nod seriously, furrowing Eliza's brow as Vanessa watches with growing concern.

"That sounds bad," you continue to the non-existent caller. "Have you called anyone else? No? Okay, I'll come check on you."

You lower the phone with a perfect expression of **** duty. "I have to go. He was barely conscious at the library earlier, and now he's alone in his dorm and says he can't stand up without getting dizzy."

"But the ceremony starts in twenty minutes," Vanessa protests, glancing back down the hallway toward the bustling common room. "Becca will lose her mind if you're not here."

"I know, I know." You run Eliza's fingers through her hair in apparent frustration. "But I can't just leave him like that. What if he has **** poisoning or something?"

Madison appears at the bottom of the stairs, clipboard still in hand. "Why aren't you two changed yet? We're on a schedule!"

"Emergency," you call down. "My friend from the library is really sick. I need to check on him real quick."

Madison's perfectly shaped eyebrows shoot upward. "Now? Eliza, we have eight pledges waiting for their big sister assignments!"

"I'll be super quick," you promise, already backing toward the stairs. "His dorm is just across the quad. Twenty minutes, tops. I'll be back before the ceremony starts."

"This is so not like you," Madison says, planting her hands on her hips. "Since when do you bail on sorority responsibilities?"

You think fast, channeling what you know about Eliza's conscientious personality. "He helped me with my Lit paper last week. I owe him. Plus... he might need medical attention."

Vanessa steps in unexpectedly. "Let her go, Mad. She'll be back in time. I'll cover for her until then."

Madison sighs dramatically. "Fine. But if you're not back by 10:15, we're starting without you, and you can explain to your little sister why you weren't there for her big moment."

"Little sister?" you ask before you can stop yourself.

"Yes, Emma? The freshman you've been mentoring all semester?" Madison gives you a strange look. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Right, Emma. Of course." You nod vigorously. "Just stressed. I'll be back before you know it."

As you rush down the stairs, you feel the weight of the stolen underwear in Eliza's pocket, including the pair meant for Emma—apparently Eliza's sorority "little sister." The guilt feels strange in this borrowed body, but you push it aside as you exit the house and head across the darkened campus toward your dorm.

The night air feels electric against Eliza's skin as you walk quickly, conscious of the clock ticking. With each step, the purple satin underwear shifts against her sensitive areas, a constant reminder of your temporary state. You have the stolen sorority underwear, you're wearing Eliza's sexiest lingerie, and now you have a perfect excuse to return to your room to stash your loot—all while playing the role of the concerned friend checking on your own empty body.