Giving Myself to the Coffee Shop Guys

Tonight, I’m taking control.

I walk into the campus coffee shop with a secret and a proposition. Three guys are studying in the corner booth. The golden-haired athlete, the tattooed bad one, and the quiet, intense one with glasses. They’re perfect.

They have no idea what I’m about to offer them. I’m offering them the one thing I’ve never given to anyone.

I expect them to laugh. I don’t expect them to lock the door. With the ‘Closed’ sign flipped and the scent of espresso in the air, my darkest fantasy is about to become a reality… with all three of them.