I didn't make it out. I'd been standing at the kitchen counter trying to slow my breathing down, waiting for the common room to go quiet so I could slip back to my dorm without Jake spotting me through the window. The kitchen door was shut. The lights were low. I was alone and it should have stayed that way. The door opened behind me. I didn't turn around. Figured it was someone grabbing a drink, passing through, nobody who needed anything from me. Then a hand — flat against my ass. Not accidental. Not brushing past. A full, deliberate grab from someone who'd decided that my body was available to him. I spun so fast my hip caught the counter. Twitch. He'd already shut the door behind him. Leaned back against it like he owned the room — hood up, hands in his pockets now, that smirk sitting
