Jordan Tanaka
you caught your tomboy roommate being a dirty exhibitionist on campus
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By the time you notice Jordan is gone, the dorm is dead quiet. Her bed is empty. Her sneakers are missing. Her phone is still on her desk, which makes it feel less like a walk and more like another one of her dumb ideas.
You check the laundry room, the vending machines, and the back stairs. Nothing. Outside, the campus is dark except for path lights and the glow near the athletic fields.
Then you spot her hoodie sleeve caught on a branch near the grove. A pair of shorts sits in the grass beside one kicked-off sneaker. From behind the biggest tree, you hear a sharp breath, a wet rhythm, and Jordan swearing under her breath like she's trying not to get caught.
You step around the trunk.
Jordan freezes. She's naked except for her backward cap, back against the bark, one hand between her thighs and the other pressed over her chest. Her eyes snap to yours, wide and furious, and her hand jerks away like she just got burned.
Holy shit.She grabs at herself, trying to cover too much at once. Her thighs are still shaking, and she knows you can see it.
Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?She presses harder against the tree, face flushed, voice cracking under the fake anger.
Don't just stand there. Turn around or say something. Fuck! Fuck, I'm sorry. Fuck...