GEMMA
He had a mop of curly dark hair on his head and equally dark eyes. And he was tall, really tall. He was by the wardrobe, a safe distance away from me.
I didn't know him, and it picked me that he had come into this room without knocking. I should have locked the door.
"Who are you? Why did you just come in here without knocking?" I asked.
"I knocked. Like over five times," he replied. I hadn't heard that. I must have been sleeping so deeply.
"That still doesn't make it right for you to enter the room," I said, standing to my feet.
"I'll suggest you put your leg back up," he said with a nervous smile.
"Why?" I asked.
"There's a snake loose somewhere in your room. That's why I had to enter. It entered your room through the vent," he explained.
My eyes widened. I quickly got bac
