“Frat house,” Alex murmured, letting the syllables roll off his tongue like a dare—and then the world *wrenched*.
One moment, he was sprawled on his shitty apartment couch, half-hard from the fantasy brewing in his head, and the next, his stomach lurched sideways as reality folded around him. The air smelled like stale beer and sweat-soaked carpet, the kind of stench that clung to the walls of a place where bodies collided more than they conversed. He blinked, disoriented—no transition, no warning, just *here*, suddenly, in the middle of somewhere in this house.
But where the heck was everyone? The house groaned around him, empty but... waiting like it had swallowed the echo of last night’s chaos whole and was still digesting it.
But where did I land?
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