The alarm jolted me out of the vivid, dream-filled slumber. I reached up to touch my embarrassingly warm cheeks. Geeze! Just one kiss with Owen last night, and I was already spiraling into steamy fantasies of having s*x with him in my dream. How pathetic!
I forced myself to shake it off, and I grabbed my phone to distract my overactive imagination. The screen was still open to the campus forum I'd been scrolling through before bed.
Predictably, clips of my little stunt at the party had made their way online. The goofy animation of me messing with Owen didn't take long to stir up a few laughs, but his fans swooped in almost immediately, drowning out the ridicule with protective outrage.
Anyway, not that I expected a single prank to take down the great Owen.
What really caught fire, thou
