The second Bryan stepped into the bathroom and locked the door, I knew I was in trouble.

I gripped the sink behind me, my breath still uneven, my legs still weak from what had almost happened back at the table. My skin was flushed, burning, my pulse pounding in all the wrong places.

Bryan leaned against the door for a second, just watching me, taking in the way I was struggling to pull myself together. His dark eyes dragged over my face, down my body, over my slightly shaky hands gripping the porcelain behind me.

Then, slowly, he stepped closer.

I took a step back, but my hips hit the sink.

Nowhere to run.

His lips tugged into a smirk. "You ran away."

I swallowed, my throat too dry. "I—I just needed a minute."

Bryan tilted his head slightly. "Liar."

Before I could argue, he reached for me.

His fingers brushed along my jaw, trailing down my throat, then lower, his touch too light, too teasing. I shivered, my body already reacting before I could stop it.

Bryan's smirk deepened. "Didn't like being teased, huh?"

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to glare. "You're an ass."

He hummed, dragging his hand down my side, his palm warm through the thin fabric of my dress. "Maybe." His fingers slipped to my hip, pulling me forward slightly. "But you like it."

I didn't answer.

Because if I did, it would be a lie.

Bryan exhaled softly, leaning in, his breath hot against my ear. "You want me to stop?"

I should have said yes.

I should have pushed him away.

Instead, I stayed silent.

Bryan chuckled, low and knowing. "Not as innocent as you look, huh?"

My face burned, but I still couldn't bring myself to answer.

His fingers slid under my dress.

I gasped as he brushed over my soaked panties, his touch slow, teasing, testing.

"You're soaked," he murmured, his thumb stroking the damp fabric, pressing down just enough to make my thighs tremble. "All that just from my hand on your thigh?"

I clenched my fists, my body aching for more.

Bryan felt it.

Loved it.

His fingers hooked under my panties, pulling them aside, and before I could even brace myself, he slid one finger between my folds, coating himself in my slick.

I sucked in a breath, my head falling back slightly.

Bryan groaned softly. "Fuck..." His fingers slid slowly, deliberately, parting me, barely pushing inside. "You're so wet for me."

I bit my lip hard, my legs already shaking.

But he wasn't done.

His free hand reached up, dragging along my stomach, then higher, until he cupped my breast through my dress. His thumb rolled over my nipple, pressing down just enough to make me gasp.

Bryan grinned against my neck. "Sensitive?"

I hated him.

I hated how good he was at this, how easily he unraveled me.

His fingers inside me curled, pressing against the perfect spot.

I nearly whimpered.

Bryan chuckled softly. "We can't have that."

Before I could react, he pulled his fingers from me and pushed them into my mouth.

I gasped, my lips parting instinctively, and he took advantage of it, sliding his fingers over my tongue.

"Shh," he murmured, watching me with dark, heated eyes. "You need to be quiet, remember?"

The taste of myself on his fingers sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

I sucked instinctively, closing my lips around them, and Bryan cursed under his breath.

His fingers slid from my mouth, wet and glistening, and before I could process it, he was pushing them back inside me.

I nearly collapsed.

His pace was faster now, rougher, deeper.

His thumb found my clit, rubbing tight, slow circles, his other hand still toying with my nipple through my dress.

Bryan's fingers were moving faster, deeper, more deliberate. My thighs were shaking, my back arching slightly against the sink as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

I could feel it building, that tight coil in my stomach, the heat pooling between my legs, sharp and overwhelming. My breath came in short, desperate gasps, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt just to keep myself steady.

But it wasn't enough.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

The pleasure was too much and not enough at the same time, and before I could stop myself, my nails dug into his chest, my voice barely above a breath.

"Bryan, I—"

He hummed softly, still completely composed, like he wasn't currently ruining me in the middle of a bathroom.

"You what, Amber?" His fingers curled again, hitting that spot inside me that made my legs tremble.

I let out a shaky breath, biting my lip hard.

Bryan's eyes were locked on me, dark and knowing. He could tell I was trying to say something, trying to ask for something.

But I couldn't.

The words were too much. Too embarrassing.

Bryan caught on instantly.

His lips twitched into a tiny, smug smirk.

"Tell me," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "What do you need?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning, my body betraying me.

His fingers didn't stop.

If anything, he slowed them just enough to keep me right on the edge, not letting me fall, not letting me escape.

I let out a soft whimper, frustrated, desperate, needy.

"Come on," Bryan coaxed, his lips brushing just below my ear. "You can say it."

I shook my head quickly.

He chuckled softly, his free hand sliding up my side, cupping my breast over my dress, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.

His voice dropped even lower. Darker. "Say it. Tell me what you want."

I swallowed hard, humiliated by how badly I wanted it, how embarrassingly obvious it was.

"I want you to..." My voice trailed off, too soft, too weak.

Bryan's grip tightened on me.

He pressed his fingers in deep, curling them just right, and I choked on a moan.

"Say it," he ordered.

I turned my head into his chest, hiding my face, my body on fire.

"I—I want you..."

Bryan stilled.

He pulled back slightly, forcing me to look at him. His dark eyes scanned my face, and then he smirked, looking way too satisfied.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

I could've died.

A wave of heat rushed through me, my stomach twisting, my face so hot I was sure I was about to combust.

I couldn't say it.

Not out loud.

Not while he was looking at me like that.

But Bryan? Bryan wanted to hear me say it.

His fingers moved again, picking up speed, his thumb pressing circles over my clit.

I whimpered, barely able to hold myself up.

Bryan let out a slow breath, amused and completely in control.

"As much as I'd love to," he murmured, his fingers still working me open, still teasing, still relentless, "it's not possible. Not here."

I let out a pathetic, frustrated whimper.

Bryan just smirked, his lips brushing against my jaw.

"But I still want you to come for me."

I was so close already.

The pleasure was too much, his fingers too perfect, too deep, too good. My walls clenched around him, my body begging for release.

"I'm gonna c—"

Bryan groaned softly, rewarding me with faster strokes, his fingers fucking into me harder, deeper.

"That's it, cariño" he murmured, his voice dark, rough, wrecked. "Come for me."

And I did.

I came so hard I nearly collapsed against him, shaking, gasping, falling apart in his hands. My walls clenched around his fingers, my entire body trembling as pleasure crashed through me in waves.

Bryan held me up, whispering against my ear, his fingers drawing out every last pulse, making sure I felt all of it.

Then, just as my body started to relax, just as my breath began to slow, he leaned down, his lips brushing against my flushed cheek, his voice smug and lazy.

"Feliz cumpleaños, princesa."

I could've killed him.

The aftershocks of my orgasm still lingered in my body, my breath coming in uneven, shaky exhales as Bryan held me against him, his fingers still resting warm and steady on my hip. My legs felt weak, my mind still spinning, and for a moment, I just let myself stay there.

Pressed against him, my cheek against his solid chest, his scent surrounding me. It was a mix of his cologne, his warmth, and something distinctly him—something that made me feel safe, despite everything that had just happened.

Bryan hadn't moved either. His chin rested lightly against the top of my head, his breath even, like he wasn't in any rush to pull away.

But I couldn't ignore it.

This wasn't just some flirty, teasing thing anymore.

This was... more.

I pulled back slightly, tilting my head up to look at him. "Bryan..."

His dark eyes met mine, steady, unreadable.

I hesitated, my fingers still clutching his shirt. "What... what is this?"

He didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he watched me, his gaze flickering over my face, searching for something.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep looking at him. "I just... I need to know. What's happening between us?"

Bryan's grip on my hip tightened slightly.

His jaw tensed, just for a second.

Then, finally, he exhaled through his nose, his voice steady and sure.

"We'll talk about it after dinner."

I blinked. That was it?

No teasing, no deflection, no avoiding the question.

He wasn't ignoring it.

He was acknowledging it.

Something warm curled in my stomach, something I wasn't ready to name yet.

Bryan's fingers brushed against my hipbone, his thumb pressing lightly against my dress. "But not in a bathroom."

I let out a breath, half a laugh, half relief. "Right. Good plan."

His lips twitched, just slightly, before his eyes flickered to the locked door.

"We should get back."

My stomach dropped.

Oh.

Right.

Dinner.

The entire class.

Ethan. Kevin.

I had completely forgotten where we were.

My face heated all over again. "They're gonna think we died in here."

Bryan chuckled, tilting my chin up with his fingers. "Nah." His smirk widened slightly. "They probably just think you got lost trying to order in Spanish again."

I glared. "You're such an ass."

He shrugged, completely unbothered. "I've been told."

I huffed, still flustered, still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened.

Bryan's smirk softened slightly, his fingers tracing my wrist absentmindedly. "We'll talk after."

I nodded slowly, not trusting myself to say anything else.

Bryan exhaled, stepping back, putting some much-needed space between us. "Come on, birthday girl," he murmured, reaching for the door handle. "Let's get back before Ethan starts running his mouth."

I sighed, already bracing myself for whatever chaos awaited us back at the table.

And for whatever this was turning into.