Harvesting Her

A Face without a name

Eva’s breath hitched, her eyes wide and unblinking as Kiara’s words dissolved into background noise. The city faded—the honking cars, the engine’s hum—slipping away like smoke.

That name. That pull. It gripped her chest, dragging her deep into a place where nothing else could reach.

She couldn’t hear Kiara anymore. Couldn’t feel time moving.

All she could feel was him—the faceless man from her dreams. His hands still lingering on her skin. His mouth ghosting over her body. The ache in her belly wouldn’t leave. Her skin still hummed, craving the touch that set her on fire.

A fire she never asked for—but now couldn’t stop chasing.

“Hello? Eva!” Kiara’s voice finally broke through, sharp and impatient, snapping her out of the haze. “Are you even listening to me? Where the hell are you lost?”

Eva blinked quickly, realizing she’d been staring at nothing, her chest still rising in shaky breaths. For a moment, she thought about telling Kiara everything—about the dreams, the way her body betrayed her every night, waking up breathless and wet, needing more.

But instead, she swallowed it down, pulling her gaze back to Kiara and forcing a small, guilty smile. “Sorry. It’s nothing.”

Kiara narrowed her eyes, tapping the steering wheel impatiently. “Nothing? You’ve been zoning out like a ghost. You sure you’re okay?

Because we can’t afford for you to go blank today.”

Eva tried to ground herself, but her mind was still sticky with the memory of his touch. She could still feel the whisper of his lips on her skin, the rough drag of his palms as if they had branded her. She shook her head quickly, pushing the heat down.

“Eva,” Kiara huffed, dragging out her name, “have you even prepared for the exam properly? You know you’re the only reason the rest of us even have a chance to pass. If you flop, we’re all dead.”

Her tone was sharp, but Eva could hear the nerves buried beneath it. Kiara cared—about grades, about their group, about not failing—but Eva could barely process any of it right now. Her heart was still beating in the rhythm of someone else’s hands.

“I’ve studied,” Eva said softly, trying to sound present, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “You’ll be fine. I’ll make sure you pass.”

“Good,” Kiara sighed, finally easing back against the seat, though the impatience still lingered in her tapping foot. “Because seriously, I cannot afford to repeat this subject. And I am not above begging you to save my ass.”

Eva forced a laugh, but her thoughts were already slipping again—drifting back to the faceless man who knew her body better than she did, who haunted her every night, and who might not be just a dream anymore.

The college grounds buzzed with life as they pulled in—a chaotic blend of noisy, carefree brats, intense nerds, and the quiet, serious ones, all orbiting around the same campus,Some laughed too loudly, some rushed past with their heads buried in books, and others lounged against walls like they owned the place. It was a world where every kind of student fit in, somehow stitched together in this messy, alive rhythm.

Kiara slammed the car door shut and tugged at Eva’s hand. “Move, woman! We’re already late! If we don’t get inside right now, Professor Moore’s going to slam the door in our faces.”

Eva stumbled forward, breath still uneven, her mind struggling to pull away from the dream that clung to her skin. But Kiara’s pace left no room for wandering thoughts. They weaved through the swarm of students, dodging backpacks, skateboarders, and couples locked in conversations too deep for this hour.

“Come on, Eva!” Kiara half-shouted, practically dragging her. “Moore does not play. I’m not sitting this one out because you decided to have a daydream marathon!”

By some miracle, they burst through the exam hall doors just in time.

Professor Moore didn’t even glance up as they slid into their seats, his voice cold as he reminded everyone to begin. The air filled with the scratch of pens, the occasional cough, and the suffocating silence of focused panic.

Despite everything, Eva’s mind snapped into place. The answers came easily, her hand moving with the steady confidence she’d always had in exams. If only she could solve her own life the way she solved these papers.

When it was over, when they finally stepped out into the open air, the weight seemed to lift off everyone’s shoulders—except Eva’s.

Kiara beamed at her, practically glowing. “I swear, Eva—I’ve never seen God, but I’ve seen you.”

Eva chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re such a drama queen.”

“Yeah, but a grateful one,” Yeenifer chimed in, walking up behind them. “Seriously, Eva. If not for you, I’d be stuck retaking this nightmare next semester.”

Before Eva could respond, Jay and Max crashed into the group, their voices loud with excitement. “Let’s celebrate!” Max grinned. “We’re all going to pass—because of Eva!”

Everyone burst out cheering, clapping each other on the back, already planning where to go, what to eat, who to call.

They headed to their favorite club, where the night melted into thumping music, neon lights, and their usual booth tucked near the back. They didn’t even have to order—they all knew their drinks by heart.

Kiara, bold as always, ordered a s*x on the Beach, “Make it strong. I’m not here for apple juice,” she smirked.

Yeenifer asked for a Mojito, soft and shy as usual. “Extra mint, please,” she added.

Max went straight for his usual. “Long Island for me. Hit me hard.”

Jay casually ordered a Whiskey Sour, no ice, sipping it like he’d done a thousand times.

Eva, with her soft, quiet smile, chose her familiar Cosmopolitan. Sweet, with just enough of a bite.

Their glasses clinked, and soon they were deep in the buzz of the night—laughing, teasing, retelling stories from the trip like it had been years ago.

Kiara leaned over, grinning. “I swear, I will remember this woman’s birthday for ages. What a ride, huh?”

Yeenifer’s cheeks flushed as she stirred her drink, lowering her voice in mock shyness. “I’m not sure I’ll remember the birthday, but I will remember that tour guide… God, I wish we could’ve had a little time alone. Just us. His hands all over me… holding me close… touching me like I was the only woman on earth…”

Kiara barked out a laugh, waving her hand. “Oh, c’mon, Yeenifer! Look at you! You really think he’d f**k someone flat like you?”

The table roared with laughter, playful and loud, even Yeenifer laughing through her blush.

When the giggles faded, Kiara tossed her hair and raised her glass. “Let’s be real. I’m the one he should’ve been interested in. I bet he f***s so good he could pull your soul right out of your body.”

Max shook his head, grinning. “Gosh, Kiara. You’re so f*****g filthy.”

Jay added, snorting, “Do you have to jump on every d**k you see?”

Kiara smirked, her lips curling around her glass. “Not every d**k. Just the hot ones.”

Their laughter rang loud again, echoing under the pounding music.

In the middle of it, Yeenifer suddenly paused, snapping her fingers. “Wait a minute! Out of all of us… Eva’s the one who actually spent the most time with him, right?”

Everyone turned to her.

Kiara’s grin widened instantly. “Ooooh, shy girl had private moments, huh? Why don’t you tell us what happened between you two?”

Eva flushed, quickly crossing her arms. “Don’t be stupid. You all know how annoying he was. He kept bothering me, making stupid jokes, always trying to frustrate me.”

Kiara’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, annoying, huh? Sounds like he really liked you.”

Max smirked. “Sounds like someone had a special tour if you ask me.”

More laughter, more clinking glasses, more teasing.

And this time, Eva wasn’t distant.

She laughed with them—fully, loudly, letting herself melt into the buzz and the warmth of her friends, leaving the weight of her strange dreams somewhere far behind.

At least for now.

The night stretched on until the drinks ran out, and the club lights grew dim.

Eva stumbled back into her dorm, the heavy scent of alcohol clinging to her clothes. With an exhausted groan, she tugged the fabric off and carelessly tossed it aside, the mess building around her like a second skin. She was left in nothing but her black panties and a bra that hugged her perfectly—revealing a figure no one ever noticed beneath the oversized, loose clothes she wore every day. Her body was art—soft, thick curves, a tight, teasing ass, and full, uplifted breasts that were neither too big nor too small—just devastatingly perfect.

Kicking off her shoes, she let her glasses rest on the table and sank onto her bed, the alcohol buzzing warmly in her veins.

The moment her eyes closed, he was there again.

That unknown man.

But this time, it wasn’t like before. It wasn’t some random, passive dream pulling her in.

This time, she wanted him there.

This time, the alcohol had pushed her to imagine him the way her body really craved.

He wasn’t gentle now.

He shoved her against a wall in a room she didn’t recognize. His hand wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, the heat of his palm sinking into her skin as he pressed his body hard against hers. His breath was rough on her ear before his lips grazed the shell of it, and then his teeth bit down, sharp enough to make her gasp.

His palm landed on her ass with a hard, stinging slap.

“Touch me,touch my d**k ” he growled, voice low and ragged. “Feel what you do to me.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

In the dream, she reached down, her hand slowly finding his c**k—thick, veiny, impossibly hard—and the sensation made her moan. Somewhere in the blur of alcohol and desire, she hadn’t realized that her real hand was moving too, trailing down her own skin, slipping beneath her panties, following the rhythm of the dream.

Her fingers parted her soft p***y petals , aching folds, brushing against the slickness that pooled there as her hips arched into her own touch. She was lost—so lost that she started pinching her n*****s, rolling them between her fingers, gasping at the sharp peaks of pleasure while her hand worked circles over her c**t .

Her moans filled the messy silence of her room.

Faster.

Harder.

Her breath quickened, her thighs trembled, the wave rising so high she could feel it tipping—

She was about to c*m for the first time in her life.

But just before she could shatter, a sharp buzz cut through her haze.

Her phone.

The notification dragged her violently out of the dream, her chest rising and falling in panicked waves.

She grabbed the phone, still panting, her body still pulsing from the edge she was just about to cross.

Instagram. New follow request.

The profile had no name, no picture.

Zero followers. Zero following.

Her pulse hammered as she clicked it open.

There was a message.

Hey Eva.

I hope you still remember my scent.

Her fingers trembled.

Her dream. Her reality.

Were they finally colliding?