Danny's POV
The walk back to the dorms felt like a trip to the gallows. I kept pulling the sleeves of my pink hoodie over my knuckles, trying to hide the fact that I was shaking. Every shadow under the trees looked like a person reaching for me, every flicker of a streetlamp felt like a camera lens snapping another piece of my soul.
I reached my door, my hand trembling so hard the keys chimed like funeral bells. Then I saw it. The door was unlockdd. Just a sliver of darkness showing between the wood and the frame.
My heart didn't just race, it slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was a freak about locks now, I check them three times before I sleep. I pushed it open, half-expecting to see my stalker. Instead, the room was thick with steam. It smelled like my scented body wash,
