Just One Orgasm!

By the time Emilia last lecture ended, the sky had already begun trading its bright afternoon blue for softer shades of gold.

Students spilled into the corridors in clusters, as their conversations overlapped into one loud, familiar hum.

Lucy walked beside Emilia with two books hugged against her chest.

"I still think Professor Matthew enjoys watching us suffer."

"He doesn’t." Emilia replied quietly.

"He absolutely does." Lucy looked personally offended. "Did you see question nine?"

Emilia shut her eyes for a secind, as if physically trying to escape that memory. "I’ve been trying not to."

"I read it three times."

"And?"

"I think it insulted me." Lucy pointed dramatically. "I’m serious."

Emilia eyes softened. "If you don’t mind, we can study together. Whenever you’re ready."

Lucy sighed with exaggerated relief at the idea. "That’s kind. Thank you."

Emilia nudged her shoulder gently. "Not on weekends, though."

Lucy glanced sideways at her. "You leave school then?"

Emilia nodded, with a soft smile. "Mhm."

Lucy studied her face shamelessly. "You’ve smiled at least..." She pretended to count, as she changed the conversation. "...six times since lunch."

Emilia looked ahead. "I had a nice weekend. It softened today for me."

Lucy clearly didn’t believe her.

Before she could continue interrogating her, another student called her name from across the courtyard.

"Lucy!"

She turned immediately.

"Oh!" She looked back at Emilia. "That’s my finance partner."

Emilia nodded. "Go."

"You sure?"

"I’m literally walking to the dorm." Emilia shrugged.

Lucy smiled. "See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

Lucy jogged away.

Emilia watched her disappear into the crowd before adjusting the strap of her backpack.

The campus slowly grew quieter the farther she walked.

The evening breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass across the pathways, rustling the rows of trees lining the residence halls.

For the first time all day...

She was alone.

Her thoughts drifted naturally.

She smiled before she could stop herself, then immediately sighed. This morning already felt strangely distant.

She pressed her lips together.

By the time she reached her residence building, students were filtering in and out of the lobby.

Emilia climbed the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. She finally reached her corridor.

The familiar hallway stretched quietly ahead. Most doors remained closed. Someone was playing music faintly from one of the rooms farther down.

She reached hers, unlocked it, then stepped inside.

"Rowan?"

Silence greated her.

Her roommate wasn’t back yet.

Emilia kicked the door shut behind her. She slipped off her shoes before dropping her backpack onto the floor beside her desk.

She stretched lazily, then turned toward her bed. She stopped the moment her eyes landed on the bed.

"What?"

Resting neatly in the center of the freshly made bed was a small cream-colored gift box, perfectly wrapped with a dark navy ribbon crossed over the top in a simple knot.

It was nothing flashy, or oversized. Just elegant.

Emilia frowned. She looked around the room.

"Rowan?"

There was no answer.

She walked closer. The box hadn’t been there this morning. She was certain of it. Balanced beneath the ribbon was a folded ivory envelope.

There was no name, just a single handwritten letter.

E.

Her heartbeat picked up.

Slowly, she reached for it. Even before unfolding the paper, she recognized the handwriting.

Clean, neat, and effortless. Her lips curved into a soft smile before she’d even read the first word.

She unfolded the note.

"Happy birthday week. One surprise a day until Saturday. Don’t argue. ~ A."

Emilia stared at the note, then at the box. Then back at the note again.

"Adrian."

A quiet laugh escaped before she could stop it. She sat carefully on the edge of the bed, still holding the note between her fingers.

"You’re really surprising."

She already knew arguing would accomplish absolutely nothing.

If he’d written Don’t argue... He’d expected her to. Which somehow made it even more annoying.

Her smile grew anyway.

She untied the ribbon carefully, lifting the lid from the box.

Inside, nestled in soft tissue paper, lay a beautifully bound hardcover economics reference book.

Her eyes widened.

It was the exact edition she’d paused over in the bookstore two weeks ago.

It was an expensive one she’d quietly put back on the shelf after seeing the price.

She hadn’t told him. She was certain she hadn’t.

"How?" She picked it up with both hands, her eyes wide wit gratitude in them. A slim bookmark rested between the pages.

It was handmade and a pressed lavender flowers was sealed beneath clear resin.

Emilia swallowed.

For a long moment, she simply sat there looking at everything he’d chosen.

None of it screamed money, or felt extravagant. Instead, it felt like he’d been paying attention.

That affected her far more than an expensive gift ever could.

She looked down at the note again, then reached for her phone. Emilia slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

There was something terrifying about that. Something unbelievably sweet about the gift. She looked down at the little note again. Her smile refused to leave.

His phone rang once, then twice.

He answered before the third.

"Hello."

His voice was lower than usual, and more professional. He was probably still working.

"You bought them."

"I did."

"You weren’t supposed to." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Adrian."

"Hm?"

"I can’t thank you properly."

"You already are."

She chuckled sotly.

Silence settled comfortably between them.

She looked back at the textbook.

"I really like them." Another smile escaped her. "Thank you."

He didn’t answer immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice had softened. "You’re welcome, Emilia."

She rested one hand behind her.

"I wasn’t expecting anything until Saturday."

"Don’t do that."

Emilia heard him take a step forward.

He went on. "Birthdays shouldn’t begin on birthdays."

She frowned. "What does that even mean?"

"It means..." He paused. "...I intend to give you something every day until Saturday."

She covered her face with one hand. She let out the most dramatic sigh she could manage, and smiled into the silence.

"What do you want?" Adrian asked after a shirt whole, breaking the silence.

She blinked.

"For your birthday," he clarified. "What do you actually want?"

Emilia leaned back against the wall behind her bed. The question caught her off guard. She thought about it.

She slowly shook her head. "I don’t think I want anything."

"I don’t believe that." He hummed.

"I mean it."

"There has to be something." He urged. "Try me."

She smiled faintly. "There is." She said quietly after a short while.

"What is that?" He asked calmly.

She looked toward the closed bedroom door. "Don’t be seen with me."

Adrian went silent at the other end.

"I mean it," she continued quietly. "I’m already attracting enough attention with the whole Noah stuff."

She thought about Ethan, the hotel, and the library.

"I don’t want people connecting us."

His reply came almost immediately. "I’ll make sure we give them nothing to talk about."

Emilia bit her lower lip. "They might have something if we aren’t careful."

"I won’t allow it."

She smiled sadly. "You can’t control gossip." She shook her head. "But I can control my decisions."

She closed her eyes.

"I just..." She searched for the right words. "I like what we have."

Her voice became quieter.

"I just don’t want people ruining it before it even time for us to go our seperate ways."

Another brief silence settled between them.

Then, Adrian calmly broke the silence.

"I understand."

She released a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. "Thank you."

"Hm."

A faint smile tugged at her lips again.

"So..." She changed the subject. "You’re really going to surprise me every day?"

"I’ve already committed."

She laughed, and he listened.

After another comfortable pause, Adrian spoke again. His tone was casual. Deliberately casual.

"That student."

Emilia frowned. "What student?"

"The one from the library."

She immediately knew who he meant. "Ethan?"

"That’s his name?"

"Yes." She smiled to herself. "You’re fishing."

"I’m asking."

She rolled her eyes despite knowing he couldn’t see it. "He’s from my department."

"I gathered."

"We’ve just... bumped into each other a few times."

"You seemed comfortable."

"He helped me move my backpack."

"I saw."

She laughed softly. "I asked if we could work on an assignment together."

"The one you were supposed to text me about?"

Her eyebrows lifted, and she nodded, even if he couldn’t see it. "Yes, that one. Think of it as something off your plate."

"He seems decent."

The answer surprised her.

She had expected teasing, and maybe even mild jealousy since they decided to be exclusive.

"I think he is." Emilia agreed, playing with her thumb absentmindedly.

Adrian was quiet for a moment. "Just be careful." He advised when he parted his lips again.

Her smile faded slightly. "Of Ethan?"

"Of people." He spoke calmly. "Not everyone who smiles deserves your trust."

She rested her chin on one knee. "I know."

"I’m serious." Adrian’s voice tightened a bit. "Blackwood is a toxic and dangerous space."

Emilia swallowed, and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "He’s a good kid, Adrian. I can promise you that."

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