[Sophie’s POV]
I slam my laptop shut so hard the coffee table jumps. “God, I need to get f****d tonight,” I groan, collapsing back into the couch cushions. My head throbs from three straight days of finals, my bank account is a negative-number joke, and the cheap vibrator in my drawer gave up the ghost weeks ago.
Across the living room Alex freezes mid-strum on his old acoustic, that wicked grin already crawling across his tattooed face. Jake, sprawled shirtless like always, sweat still shining on his abs from the workout he just finished, lifts one brow and takes a slow swig of his beer. Liam pushes his glasses up with one finger, pretending he’s still reading his anatomy textbook, but I catch his dark eyes flicking to my bare thighs for the hundredth time tonight.
“Rough week?” Jake a
