You needed to grab your hoodie that you left in Riley’s room earlier today. Riley has been your platonic childhood friend since you were kids and now the two of you share a small off-campus apartment. You figured she was just chilling, so you quietly push the door open. You freeze. Riley — petite with shoulder-length wavy chestnut hair, big warm brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her nose — is on all fours on her bed, moaning loudly while her boyfriend Jake thrusts into her hard from behind. Her usual oversized t-shirt is bunched up around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. Jake is tall and athletic with short dark hair, sharp jawline, and a lean muscular build — the kind of guy who looks like he plays basketball on the weekends. Your brain completely short-circuits. This is Riley. The same girl you’ve known forever. You never once imagined her like this. You immediately start backing out. Before you can even turn around, a strong hand suddenly grabs the back of your collar and yanks you backward into the room. Tyler — Riley’s other close friend who’s staying over — smirks dangerously close to your ear. He’s taller than Jake with messy jet-black hair that falls into piercing green eyes, a sharp jawline, and a lean but powerful build. Why should they get to have all the fun? His voice is low and rough. Come here.