Chapter 1

Morning light filtered harshly through the cheap blinds of the off-campus apartment, slicing across the rumpled duvet. Shawn blinked his eyes open, the digital clock on the nightstand reading 10:14 AM. At twenty-two, he was finally enjoying the senior year luxury of a late Friday schedule, though the reality of graduating in May was beginning to loom over him. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. He was tall, lanky, and carried himself with the loose-limbed casualness of a student-athlete who had let his training slide in favor of keg stands and late-night study sessions. His t-shirt was ridden up, exposing a strip of pale stomach and the waistband of his boxers.

He turned onto his side, propping his head up on his hand to look at the girl breathing softly next to him. Maya.

She was still new to him, and new to the university, having transferred in just a month ago as a junior from the local community college to finish her degree in graphic design. She lay on her stomach, the duvet kicked down to the foot of the bed, revealing her in all her glory. The morning sun caught the golden strands of her blonde hair, which was splayed out chaotically across the pillow. Her skin was fair and soft, flushed warm with sleep.

Shawn's eyes traced the curve of her body, drinking her in. She was 5'5", a perfect height for him to tuck under his arm. She was soft, undeniably chubby but nowhere near fat-she carried it in a way that made Shawn's mouth go dry. Her frame was distinctly bottom-heavy, a pear shape that he found absolutely intoxicating. Her torso was relatively slim, tapering into a waist that dipped before flaring out dramatically into her hips. Her ass was magnificent, wide and full, pillowing against the mattress. Even in sleep, the sheer volume of her thighs was evident; they were thick, soft, and pressed together, creating a crease where they met. She had the kind of body that was built for comfort, lush and yielding.

He reached out, his fingers hovering over the exposed flesh of her thigh before he gently rested his palm there. It was warm and giving. He squeezed lightly, watching the skin dimple under his touch. She murmured something unintelligible and shifted, burying her face deeper into the pillow but not pulling away from his hand.

Shawn felt that familiar, tightening urge in his chest, a specific hunger that went beyond just sexual attraction. He watched the way her hip curved, imagining it wider. He pictured her ass straining against the seams of her jeans, her thighs touching even when she stood. He wanted to soften her edges, to take this bottom-heavy masterpiece and add weight to it until she was undeniably heavy, a soft, abundant valley of flesh.

Maya stirred again, her blue eyes fluttering open. She looked up at him, a sleepy, soft smile spreading across her face. "Morning," she rasped, her voice thick with sleep. She stretched, her back arching, which pushed her ass out even more, a display that made Shawn's heart hammer against his ribs. She didn't seem self-conscious at all as she sat up, the sheet falling away, letting him see the full scope of her soft belly and thick legs.

"Sleep okay?" Shawn asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

"Yeah," she yawned, rubbing her eyes. "Best sleep I've had all week. Your bed is way better than my dorm mattress."

She climbed out of bed, padding toward the bathroom. Shawn watched her go, mesmerized by the jiggle of her thighs with every step. She stopped in the doorway, looking back at him over her shoulder. "You coming? I'm starving."

Shawn sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He watched her disappear into the bathroom, the sound of the faucet running filling the silence. He knew she was hungry. He could make her breakfast, pancakes, bacon, maybe a side of hashbrowns. He could start slow. But the words sat on the tip of his tongue, heavy and dangerous. Ask her. Just ask her to let you feed her.

He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the closed bathroom door. It was a risky request for a relationship that was barely a month old. He didn't want to scare her off, didn't want her to think he was weird. But God, he wanted to see her grow. He wanted to be the reason her clothes got tight. He debated the pros and cons, the fantasy clashing with the fear of rejection, his heart pounding in his throat as he waited for her to come back out.