I lay on the bed, heart thundering, eyes wide with disbelief as his finger brushed lightly against my lips—a touch both tender and electrifying that sent shivers cascading down my spine. I fought the urge to scream, knowing it would shatter the fragile silence and jolt my roommates from their sleep.
As the initial shock ebbed, I pushed myself upright, confusion swirling like a tempest in my mind. How was he settled by my window, and how had he managed to slide it open? Panic began to bubble within me as I shifted my anxious gaze between him and the yawning opening, the cool night air wrapping around me like an icy cloak.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind that danced through the room.
