"Matt, what are you doing here?" I asked, startled.
"I'm here to ensure you’re okay," he replied calmly.
"Right, but I’m not the one who almost got beaten to death today. I think you need to take care of yourself first." Despite my words, I found his gesture sweet. Still, it wasn’t like I needed to be taken care of. I walked toward the bed and hastily snatched something—a piece of stray underwear—shoving it into my drawer where it belonged. No one ever came to my room, and I didn’t have friends dropping by, so I rarely cared about leaving things in the wrong places. But seeing the amused glint in Matt’s eyes made me feel deeply embarrassed.
I sat on the bed next to him, suddenly unsure of what to say. Matt just watched me in silence until the noises from the room next to mine became imp
