Brit's POV
The morning after I became a legend, campus felt different.
Like the air itself knew what I’d done.
I walked to class with Jake’s arm slung low around my waist, his fingers brushing the top of my ass every few steps like he was reminding the world—and me—who I belonged to now. My thighs still ached with every stride, a deep, delicious soreness that made me clench involuntarily. I could still feel the ghost of him inside me from that raw, claiming f**k on the blankets—his c*m had leaked out all night, soaking through my panties, leaving a sticky reminder between my legs even after I’d showered twice.
People stared.
Not the subtle side-eyes you get when someone’s gossiping. Full-on, mouths-parted, phones half-raised stares. A group of freshmen girls near the quad actually s
