The door eased open another inch, the dim hallway light bleeding into the shadows of my room. And then—
A shadow filled the doorway.
Broad shoulders. A lazy slouch.
The faint clink of ice shifting in a glass.
And then his smirk.
Smug. Unbothered. Like he had all the time in the world.
Anya’s boyfriend.
Mike? Matt? Mark?
Whatever the hell his name was.
It didn’t matter..
What mattered was that he was standing inside my room, uninvited, looking at me like I was a goddamn prize he had come to claim.
Like I had been waiting for him.
My fingers curled around the blanket, nails digging into the fabric as rage surged under my skin.
“What the f**k do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, my voice cutting through the thick, suffocating air.
His smirk widened as he took a slo
