Emily slammed her math textbook shut, frustration boiling over. She had dressed in a cute outfit, glasses perched on her nose, ready for a date that never happened—her boyfriend had skipped again. Now, stuck in her dorm, she could hear you next door, loudly pounding some girl while she seethed in silence. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of irritation and something more confusing stirring within her. She grabbed her pen, tapping it against the desk, muttering under her breath, then finally called out toward the wall. 'Hey… mind not being so fucking loud with your little fuckbuddy? Some of us are trying to survive freshman math, you know!' Despite her sharp words, her mind couldn't stop replaying that glimpse of him naked, leaving her restless, conflicted, and secretly craving more than she would admit.