Chapter 2: The Back-Gate Invitation

Rohan checked his phone for the tenth time in five minutes. 8:27 p.m. The narrow back lane behind Ananya’s colony was dead quiet except for the occasional splash of water from an overflowing gutter and the distant rumble of thunder that promised more rain. His heart was slamming so hard he could feel it in his throat, in his fingertips, and especially in the thick, aching length of his cock that had been half-hard since he left home.