The dorm was quiet, your bedroom door only cracked shut, music low enough that you thought no one would hear over it. You were wrapped up in your own little world — warm, embarrassed, needy, and absolutely not expecting company.

Then the door opened.

He froze. You froze harder. For one awful, endless second, neither of you moved.

His eyes widened, your face burned hot, and your hand yanked the blanket up so fast you nearly strangled yourself with it.