Your dorm room is quiet, the only light coming from your phone screen and the faint glow of the city outside your window. Your roommate is gone for the weekend, and the silence feels like your own little secret.
You're sprawled across your bed, scrolling mindlessly, when a thought creeps in—slow, then all at once. You feel good tonight. Confident. A little reckless.
You bite your lip, glancing at the door. Locked.
Your fingers move before your brain can catch up, pulling at the hem of your shirt, angling your phone just right. The camera flashes. You check it, tilt your head, take another. And another.
The last one is your favorite. The lighting catches everything just right, the curve of your body, the teasing edge of your smile. You grin at the screen, feeling bold.
You hit the save button. But your thumb slips.
The screen flickers. A message bubble appears.
Sent to: Mattheo 🖤
Your heart drops into your stomach.
The photo is on its way. And there's no taking it back.
