I woke slowly, the early light spilling faintly through the curtains. The room was quiet, almost too quiet, and for a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
My mind replayed the events from the night before—the subtle touch, the intensity in his eyes, the words that had lingered between us on the balcony. Every detail was sharp, vivid, and impossible to shake.
He’s just a guest, I reminded myself firmly. A stranger I had rescued from the roadside, someone I barely knew. And yet… the way he carried himself, the way he looked at me, made my chest tighten, and my thoughts spiral.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the magnetic pull between us, that quiet tension I didn’t fully understand. The rational part of me screamed caution—he was a stranger, and I didn’t know his intentions. Bu
