Sleepwalking to the Bad Boy's Heart​​

Summary

The campus bad boy posted on the Wall, asking who stole his boxers.

The comments section exploded with laughter, but I just stared at the fabric in my hand, my mind blank.

Lace trim. Pure black. Embroidered with his initials. Every single detail matched.

My first instinct was to pretend nothing happened. But as more and more of his underwear inexplicably appeared in my possession, a cold knot of panic began to form in my stomach.

Then he lost his temper for real, ranting online about having nothing left to wear. The panic turned into pure terror.