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was sitting in my long-term boyfriend's dorm room, busying myself by reading a book while I waited for him to finish class.

The door went flying open, nearing making me jump out of my skin. A shirtless male ran into the room, slamming the door loudly behind him. He looked out of breath, leaning his back against the door to inhale deeply. From the way he ran a hand through his hair, he looked rather distressed.

I quirked an eyebrow, intrigued as I sat up straighter. This wasn't something you witness everyday. He still hadn't noticed me sitting here.

He was shaking his head softly when he looked up and his eyes locked with mine.

"Jesus! Wh—" the boy's bright blue eyes bulged out of his head. Shock and confusion flashed across his features, not expecting to find someone in his room. "Am I in the right room?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, amused. "You might've barged into the wrong room while running for your life." The calmness in my voice only caused him to look more panicked.

He opened his