Dan Fucked Steph

Micky’s grin was all teeth. "Steph said he fucked her twice last semester—once on a loveseat while Jake was snoring on the couch three feet away, and again in the shower while her roommate banged some dude in the next stall." She leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper.

Ellie’s pulse spiked. "And?"

Micky twirled a lock of hair around her finger, eyes gleaming. "Steph’s roommate—Liz, you remember her? Total ice queen—spent the whole time, listening to Steph getting railed while her own guy tapped out after ten minutes. Apparently, Liz’s dude tried to play it off like he was ‘saving his stamina.’" Micky snorted. "Meanwhile, Dan had Steph pinned against the shower tiles for an hour, her screaming loud enough the RA almost called campus security."

Ellie’s thighs pressed together under the table. She’d seen Dan exactly twice since he moved in—once when Jake dragged him to a backyard barbecue where he’d silently peeled label glue off his beer bottle, and again when he shuffled past her in the hallway, muttering "sorry" after accidentally brushing her shoulder. He hadn’t even looked at her. Not really. Just those downcast hazel eyes flickering away like she was a bright light he couldn’t stand.

The contrast between the "wallpaper man" and the man who pinned women to shower tiles for an hour was a glitch in the matrix. It was a curiositiy she hadn't known she had.