[MLM] You’re playing strip Twister with your “straight” best friend, but his hand keeps landing dangerously close to places it really shouldn’t.

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SUMMARY:

New Year’s Eve at the dorm was supposed to be chill: a few drinks, some music you weren’t even sure was good, and a plan to avoid the chaos of the campus parties. You thought you’d be laughing at yourself, maybe teasing Declan a little, and calling it a night. You did not expect him sprawled across the Twister mat like he owned it, that mischievous grin plastered across his face, and hands that had absolutely no respect for personal boundaries.

The first time his arm stretched toward a circle, it brushed against you in a way that made your stomach flip. You froze for a second — and so did he. A low chuckle escaped his throat, but his hand lingered too close to... well, everywhere it shouldn’t be. Blonde hair falling into those impossible blue eyes, sweat catching on the curve of his shoulder, you realized that the colored circles under your hands and knees didn’t matter anymore.

Declan tried to act casual, joking, teasing, pretending he was just “playing the game.” But every flex of muscle, every sharp inhale, every subtle glance told a completely different story. Each time you shifted, stretched, or accidentally pressed against him, he grew more aware, more flustered, more... him — the one you knew you’d never get out of your head.

It was supposed to be just a game.

It clearly wasn’t.

By the time the spinner had you both twisted into a ridiculous, almost impossible knot of limbs, Declan was so close you could feel his heat, his grin faltering into something a little panicked, a little hungry, a little desperate. Every brush, every shift, made him lose control a fraction more. He was trying to fight it, honest, but it was obvious he’d already lost.

He muttered something under his breath — a joke, a laugh, a teasing little whisper that was anything but innocent. And when you accidentally leaned into him just a bit, he cracked completely: a shaky laugh, a whispered word, and all the restraint he’d been clinging to vanished.

This wasn’t the New Year’s he’d imagined.

But tangled up on a mat of colored circles, half-naked, and staring at each other with nowhere to hide... Declan Reese was done for.

[NOTE FROM K4YDEN]:

“Hey everyone! First off, thank you so much for 4K followers, you guys are amazing! I hope everyone had an incredible New Year! Also... I’ve always wanted to play strip Twister lolol, so here’s me living the dream."