I fix my robe and then open my bedroom door.
Hakim doesn’t give me time to speak and pushes past me into the room, like he’s searching for something—or someone.
"What are you doing here this late?"
"I heard two voices, including a man’s voice."
"What are you talking about?"
He stands tall, facing me, his gaze landing on my robe. I cross my arms over my chest and raise an eyebrow.
"What’s your problem? The only reason I opened the door is that you said it was urgent."
"You seem very nervous, like you’re hiding something or someone."
"You think after that shitty party I’d go run into a man’s arms?"
"Why are you getting angry? I don’t understand why you’re so tense if you have nothing to hide."
I stare him down while discreetly checking that the bathroom door is still shut.
"Get ou
