I recently discovered my computer had been hacked. The intruder's goal? To read the spicy stories I write in secret. Determined to catch the culprit, I spent four months crash-coursing computer science. Armed with my newfound knowledge, I traced their IP address and hacked into their webcam. Heavy, ragged breaths filled my speakers, sending a shiver down my spine. After a long moment, a face I recognized from the university’s honor roll page appeared on screen. Caught in a… compromising position, he stammered, his face bright red, "You… you found me." My computer had been hacked. Lately, writing has felt like a paranormal activity. Typos in my latest steamy scene would magically correct themselves. My messy formatting would be neatly reorganized. A document I’d frantically saved to the wrong folder would reappear in the correct one. Just as I was starting to wonder if writing smut had finally driven me insane, my roommate, Kathleen, joked, "Are you sure your computer hasn't been hacked?" She didn't mean it, but the words hit me like a lightning bolt. My laptop didn’t hold any state secrets, and my bank account barely scraped four figures, but! It did contain hundreds of chapters of my… creative writing. Several of which starred my campus crush, Liam Jensen. If that got out, I’d have to transfer universities. Immediately. I had to catch this criminal. After consulting a computer science prodigy (Kathleen's boyfriend), I dove headfirst into the world of coding. Finally, on a dark and stormy night, I managed to hack into the perpetrator’s webcam. The room was dim, but I could still make out the familiar wooden frame of a university dorm bed. A thrill shot through me. Gotcha! As long as they were on campus, they couldn’t hide. I stared intently at the screen, searching for more clues. Suddenly, a low, strained gasp came through the speakers. “Oh, baby… mmm…” I froze. As a connoisseur of literature of all kinds, I knew exactly what was happening. Even with my extensive theoretical knowledge, this was… a lot. What kind of person hacks into someone’s computer just to read their fanfiction and… polish the scepter? So creepy. Okay, yes, I wrote the fanfiction. But that’s not the point! The peeping tom was the one with no honor! Although… He did sound kind of hot. My face flushed, my throat went dry, and the sound of my own heartbeat thundered in my ears. The guy on the other end picked up the pace, his moans growing louder, less restrained. I felt a wave of heat wash over me. Finally, with a long, satisfied sigh, he finished. I heard the sound of tissues being pulled from a box and snapped back to attention. A moment later, a strong arm appeared in the frame, followed by a solid shoulder, a sharp collarbone, and a chest so well-defined it looked sculpted… And finally, a handsome face, still flushed from his activities. I forgot how to breathe. I knew that face all too well. Wait. What? Liam Jensen. The god of the computer science department. My crush. The hero of dozens of my stories. So, he was reading stories that were literally about him, and getting off to them? My brain short-circuited. I had no idea what to do. On the other side of the screen, Liam seemed to notice something was wrong. His eyes widened in panic. With a few frantic keystrokes, he seized control of my computer. And just like that, we were face to face in a bizarre, voyeuristic video call. After four or five seconds of stunned silence, Liam slammed his laptop shut. Just before the screen went black, I heard him curse under his breath, “Fuck…” My desktop wallpaper reappeared, but I was still frozen in shock. After a long while, the panic finally set in. Oh my god. Did he read everything? All of it? The really, really descriptive parts? I buried my burning face in my blankets, wishing I could suffocate myself. It was over. What if he told someone? After half an hour of internal screaming, I collapsed onto my bed in defeat. Whatever. If I was going to die of humiliation, at least my last memory would be of Liam Jensen’s chest. It was a fair trade. After that incident, I didn't write a single word for two weeks. Instead, I started seeing Liam everywhere. The lecture halls, the cafeteria, the campus store, the athletic fields… I developed a new superpower: a sixth sense for his presence. A sudden chill would run down my spine, and I’d be able to spot him in a crowd instantly. I don’t know if he ever saw me, because the second I saw him, I ran. What if he confronted me? What if he called me a pervert? Even though he was one too… When my roommate, Maya, invited me to go watch the basketball game and "check out the talent," I made an excuse. “Lily, I heard Liam Jensen is playing today. Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Normally, I’d be there in a heartbeat, armed with a mountain of snacks. But now? The awkwardness would be unbearable. “I can’t. The literary society has a lot going on this week.” Maya knew what I was really "busy" with and pouted. My other roommate, Erin, chimed in, “The Lit Society’s event is in a few days. She’s probably swamped.” Maya sighed dramatically. “Alright, well, we’re going. But I’ll be sure to get some high-def pics for your… private collection.” I turned my back to them, mumbling a noncommittal "Mmmhmm." Private collection. I didn’t dare look at him now. Every time I thought of his name, I pictured him standing over me, pointing an accusatory finger. “You little freak. You look so innocent, but you have such a dirty mind! And you’ve been lusting after my body!” I rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to snap out of it. To force myself to calm down, I buried myself in work for the literary society. I was still at my desk when my roommates came back. “It’s such a shame. Liam was wearing a new jersey today, but he only played the first half.” “I know! He looked incredible. Did you see those girls from the dorm next door? Their eyes were practically glued to him!” I stopped what I was doing, my ears perked. A new jersey? What color? He has pale skin, blue would look amazing on him… As I was lost in thought, Maya and the others crowded around my desk. “Lily, you have to see this. He looked so good in his new jersey!” Maya shoved her phone in my face. Holy shit. It was blue. Liam looked as handsome as ever. His fair skin seemed to glow under the stadium lights. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, perfectly defined arms… The blue jersey clung to his chest, outlining every muscle. He had the perfect build—athletic and healthy, without being over-the-top. It was why he’d become my ultimate crush the first time I saw him. As I stared at the photo, the image from that night—Liam, shirtless and flushed—flashed in my mind. My face went red again. My reaction did not go unnoticed. “Ooh, look at Lily blushing!” “You’re definitely going to be dreaming about him tonight!” They started teasing me mercilessly. The reason Erin mentioned my dreams was because, even though I’d never told anyone, my crush on Liam wasn’t a complete secret. One night, Erin had gotten up to use the bathroom and heard me sleep-talking. I’d said his name. They’d all been good about it, never spreading it around, just giving me little nudges whenever he was nearby. I grabbed my laptop, covered my face, and scrambled into my bed. Their teasing only got louder. I felt like my life was a cringe compilation. Ding. A message from Sam, the president of the literary society. Sam: Lily, the freshmen sent over their event proposals. Can you take a look? Me: Sure. Work. Only work could distract me from the all-consuming thought of Liam. I downloaded the file and opened my laptop. Just as I was about to log in to my messaging app, the screen flickered. A new window popped up. The familiar wooden bed, the deep blue sheets… It was Liam’s dorm room. How did his webcam just turn on? I didn’t do anything. Before I could react, Liam walked into the frame. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of light blue—and very form-fitting—basketball shorts. A towel was slung over his shoulders, and his short hair was still damp, dripping water droplets that traced paths down his toned chest before disappearing into the dark blue fabric. It was like a scene from a romance novel. My brain instantly overheated. Who could possibly handle this? Liam looked at his screen and our eyes met. I was gaping at him in shock. His expression shifted from surprise to a nervous purse of his lips. A faint blush crept up his cheeks. He clutched the towel to his chest, looking at me shyly. “You… why are you… spying on me again?” Me: ? What did he just say? Spying? Again? You’ve got to be kidding me. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, and now I’m being framed? I glanced at my bed curtain. My roommates were still chatting, completely oblivious. “What do you mean, spying on you? I just opened my laptop! You’re the one who hacked me in the first place!” Liam clutched the towel even tighter, his voice a bashful mumble. “I don’t know about that. A nice girl like you shouldn’t be doing things like this.” Excuse me?! This was unbelievable. Before I could respond, he crossed his arms over his chest, a gesture that only made his pecs look even more defined. “It’s a good thing I was wearing pants. You might have seen everything.” I almost leaped out of my bed, pointing at the screen, ready to unleash a torrent of rage. Snap! The screen went black. A second later, it was back to my fluffy sheep wallpaper. He just hung up? He didn’t even give me a chance to defend myself! Now I was officially a pervert. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced he did it on purpose. There was no way I was letting this go. What if he told someone about my stories? I had to talk to him. Fueled by indignation, I grabbed my phone and activated my campus network, getting a copy of Liam’s class schedule. The next morning, I was waiting outside his classroom. I’d done a few recon laps while the class was in session and had pinpointed his seat. Liam saw me. He kept glancing over, his cheeks tinted pink. Hmph. Still pretending. The bell rang, and students flooded out of the classroom like a zombie horde. I pressed myself against the wall to avoid being trampled. Liam was still inside, slowly packing his bag. Good. He knows what’s coming. Once the hallway was clear, I marched into the room and stood in front of him. He clutched his laptop to his chest, his face red, and spoke before I could. “You… you followed me here. You know, you can’t force love. I’ll never give in to you.” He looked like a helpless damsel in a cheesy historical drama. I was so angry I snatched the laptop out of his hands. “Stop acting! You were the one who hacked me, and now you’re making me out to be the creep!” Liam’s damsel-in-distress act vanished. He pushed his glasses up his nose and smirked. “Am I wrong? Who writes… stories about other people? And so… detailed, too.” I slapped a hand over his mouth. “Shut up!” “Lots of people write them! It’s not just me! Besides, I never showed them to anyone.” It’s not like my life is a constant thrill ride. A girl needs an outlet… Liam’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “Oh? So you like me. You think about me every day. 187 chapters. And you write every week. Do your friends in the literary society know their sweet, innocent vice president has a secret life?” “I…” Before I could argue, other students started trickling back into the classroom. They saw Liam and started whispering. Liam was a campus celebrity. Any girl who got too close to him was immediately put under a microscope. I’d been so angry I hadn’t thought this through. I started to panic. I didn’t want to become the subject of campus gossip. Suddenly, a baseball cap was placed on my head, shielding my face. Liam leaned in close, his voice a low whisper in my ear. “Come have lunch with me. You wouldn’t want people finding out about your… hobby, would you, Lily?” It clicked. This bastard had planned this. He was trying to provoke me into coming to him. I shot him a death glare and stormed out of the room. Liam was such an ass. I stomped ahead, and he followed two steps behind me, humming happily. I stopped abruptly. His solid chest collided with the back of my head, sending me stumbling forward. If he hadn’t caught my shoulders, I would have face-planted. Once I was steady, I spun around and punched him in the chest. “What’s the point of having those things if you’re just going to run into people with them!” He clutched his chest dramatically. “Hey, it’s not my fault my pecs are well-developed! Besides, you seem to like them. Chapter one, wasn’t it?” He had the most infuriatingly smug grin on his face. I couldn’t believe this guy. Back in the dorm, everyone was always talking about how Liam was so aloof, a true ice prince. I was the one who argued, “Guys like that are always secretly the freakiest.” Turns out, I was right. Liam wasn’t just a freak. He was a smug, calculating ass. Once we were off campus, Liam gently guided me into a small restaurant. He’d read my mind. This was exactly where I wanted to go. They had private booths. If I decided to kill him, there wouldn’t be any witnesses. I walked into our usual booth, satisfied. Liam followed me in and immediately started… taking off his jacket. “What are you doing?!” “It’s hot. Aren’t you hot?” He tossed his jacket onto the sofa and sat across from me. I now saw that he was wearing a gray t-shirt. Gray really… emphasized things. It made the lines of his chest even more perfect. It was hard not to stare. Liam scanned the QR code with his phone, tapped a few times, and then handed it to me. He’d already ordered all my favorite dishes. I gave him a look. Okay, you have good taste. I’ll give you that. My anger subsided a little. I got straight to the point. “So, why did you hack my computer?” He shrugged, looking at me over the rim of his glass. “Why did you write smut about me? Because you like me?” So blunt. He had a death wish. Of course, I wasn’t going to admit it. “It’s because you’re popular. I was writing for your fans.” He just said, “Oh,” and took a sip of his juice, clearly not believing a word. “It’s true! It’s not like I’m the only one…” Liam’s face broke into a radiant smile, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons. He looked even more handsome. I was mesmerized. Did he have any idea how devastating that smile was? He nodded. “Okay, I believe you. But I haven’t seen anyone else’s work yet.” The word “seen” triggered a memory. The first time I saw him. What he was doing… I took a tiny sip of my juice, trying to hide my embarrassment. Liam noticed my discomfort, and his own face turned a deep shade of red. So when the waiter came in, he found two people, red as tomatoes, staring at their juice glasses and refusing to look at each other. The waiter’s presence broke the tension. We both busied ourselves with arranging the dishes on the table. The flush in my cheeks started to fade. But as the waiter was leaving, he looked back at us and said, with the gravity of a wise old sage, “Kids, I know you’re all adults now, but you can’t be doing… strange things in the restaurant booths.” Liam and I instinctively looked at each other, then immediately looked away, our faces burning again. When you’re embarrassed, you do stupid things. I started rearranging the plates again, even though they were perfectly fine. The spicy chicken in front of me smelled incredible. I decided to focus on that. Liam thoughtfully served me rice, wiped my chopsticks, and poured me a glass of water. He might be an ass, but he was a gentleman. I started to enjoy my meal, and my opinion of Liam softened. The atmosphere in the booth became more relaxed. “You’re not allowed to spy on my computer anymore.” He stopped eating, his eyebrows drooping like a sad puppy who’d been told he couldn’t play. “But I’m the main character. Why can’t I read it?” “Besides, I was your editor. I fixed your typos. Where else are you going to find a reader that dedicated?” “And how do I know you’re not slandering me in there? I have an image to maintain—top student, morally upstanding, physically fit…” I rolled my eyes. He had a point, but still. “No. It’s distracting. It’s hard to… drive the bus when I know you’re watching.” “Drive the bus? Honey, you’re flying a rocket ship.” Me: … He started to whine. “I want to read it! I’ll pay for a subscription. Three hundred a month.” Me: ? “How much?” “Five hundred?” Me: ?? “How much?!” “Eight hundred?” What did he take me for? Did he think I was that cheap? “Deal!” I said. “A thou—” we both said at the same time. I realized what he’d been about to say and instantly regretted it. He smiled and put a piece of chicken in my bowl. “You’re so good at saving me money.” And so, Liam became my sugar daddy. I was to provide three chapters a week. After I finished, I would send them to him for review. I’d started writing to relieve stress. I never thought it would become a source of income. But Liam refused to let me send the files over the internet, claiming it was “not secure.” So we had to meet in person. We started having frequent "business lunches." My roommates were convinced I was secretly dating someone. Dating? Please. I was making bank. I had to admit, Liam had impeccable taste. Every restaurant he chose was perfect. He was always attentive, pouring my water, passing me napkins, catering to my every need. I was starting to like him a lot. So much so that in my recent chapters, the main characters’ relationship had taken a turn for the tender. They were making love now, not just… you know. That night, I received a “bonus” from my patron. Liam: [Good work deserves a reward.] Liam: [--Transfer $66.66--] Me: [Your humble servant thanks you for your generosity, Your Majesty.] Me: [heart.jpg] I was about to put my phone down and get back to writing when another message came through. Ding. Liam: [kittysass.gif] My nose almost started bleeding. Who taught him how to make GIFs? It was a custom one. Liam, shirtless, with a cute cat filter. He lifted a paw and wiggled it, the little cat ears on his head twitching. The filter made his already fair skin look almost pink. Oh my god. Who showed him how to do this? My brain: [screaming.gif] I was clutching my head, silently shrieking, when I accidentally hit the screen and sent a sticker. Me: [excellent, preparing to lick.jpg] Before I could unsend it, he replied instantly. Liam: … Liam: [kittyblush.gif] Another custom Liam GIF. This one had the blushing cat filter, and the shy expression on his face was surprisingly convincing. Me: … I swear, that’s not what I meant. Me: [Good work deserves a reward.] Me: [--Transfer $99.99--] Me: [you’re the GOAT] The next time we met, I couldn’t even look at him without blushing. He, on the other hand, was acting like nothing happened. He just seemed unusually cheerful and talkative. “Let’s have fish today. There’s a new place that’s really popular. My roommates went and said it was great.” He took my laptop bag from me without asking. The small, light blue backpack looked almost comical on his broad back. I loved fish, so I agreed. And with him carrying my bag, I was happy to let him. The subway was packed. It was Friday, and everyone was heading off campus for the weekend. We were the center of attention the moment we stepped onto the platform. When I saw people taking pictures, I tried to put some distance between us. I shot him a glare. Why do you have to be so handsome? You look like a damn celebrity. He caught my look and shrugged helplessly, then… proceeded to stick to me like a golden retriever. “Why are you so far away? Aren’t we best friends?” I punched him in the chest. “Who’s your best friend? Stop being so conceited!” The train stopped, and even more people pushed their way in. Liam wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into the space in front of him. He took my hand and placed it on his bicep. “The train is crowded. Please hold on tight, little one.” His solid chest was right in front of my face. I kind of… wanted to… A soft chuckle came from above me. The faint scent of gardenias washed over me. “It’s crowded. No licking.” “…” Who said I was going to lick him?! The restaurant was nice. Liam had chosen a table by the window, which I loved. My good mood improved my appetite. He kept serving me food, picking out the fish bones, pouring my water, passing me napkins… The only thing he didn't do was wipe my mouth for me. I felt like his child. His service was impeccable. As evening fell, we finished our meal and prepared to head back to campus. Liam went to pay the bill. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice behind me. “Lily?” It was my fellow literary society VP, a girl named Zoey. Behind her was our president, Sam, and a few of the younger members. I was already in a good mood from the delicious meal, and seeing my friends made me even happier. I waved enthusiastically. “Sam! Zoey!” “Lily, you’re eating here too?” A few of the freshman girls were with them. They were all sweet, and I enjoyed reading their submissions. I knew they were setting up for the Lit Society’s event tonight. Sam smiled, adjusting his glasses. “You look happy. The fish here must be good.” I nodded enthusiastically. The freshmen girls started giggling. “Ooh, Sam, you know her so well!” “Yeah, you even know her favorite food!” “Are you two… a thing?” They were all talking at once, not giving us a chance to explain. Zoey stepped in. “You guys have been reading too many romance novels. I know what Lily likes to eat, too.” I knew Zoey had a crush on Sam, so it made sense that she’d say that. I quickly added, “Don’t be ridiculous. Sam has a crush on someone else. I’ve seen him looking at her picture.” I really had seen him looking at a girl’s photo once, but he’d hidden it so fast I didn’t get a good look. It was very suspicious. Sam’s cheeks turned pink. It was the first time in the three years I’d known him that I’d ever seen him blush. My gossip-loving heart was thrilled. We were all laughing and chatting when Liam returned. “Lily, are these your friends?” He stood beside me, a little closer than necessary. Sam looked surprised. “You two… came together?” The freshmen girls looked like they were about to scream. “Liam! Lily, are you guys on a date?!” “Are you together?” “You two look so good together!” They were all buzzing with excitement again. Even Zoey, who was usually so calm, looked thrilled. “So this is why you couldn’t come to the setup. You had a date!” “No, no, it’s not like that! We’re just friends!” I protested. The freshmen looked disappointed. Sam, on the other hand, seemed… relieved? It was probably just my imagination. “Well, since we’re all heading back to campus, we should go together…” Sam started to say. “No need,” Liam cut him off. “We’re going somewhere else.” And with that, he took my hand in front of everyone and pulled me away. Even as we walked away, I could hear the freshmen girls squealing behind us. I glanced at Liam. His face was a thundercloud. Yeah… best not to say anything. We walked for a while before he finally let go of my hand. His mood seemed to have improved. Well, improved enough for him to start mocking me in a sing-song voice. “Ooh, Sam, you know her so well…” “He even knows her favorite food…” “And here I thought we were best friends.” “You were practically beaming at that guy. I’ve never seen you smile at me like that.” He looked so pouty, like a big dog who’d just smelled another dog on its owner. I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go, you big baby.” That only made him grumpier. He kept lagging behind, then tripping me and catching me, all while muttering about how Sam was probably a secret villain. Me: … I had no idea Liam was like this. It was another Friday. I had to be at the literary society event, so I sent Liam the latest chapters.
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