"Ever heard of knocking?" I quipped, my frustration seeping through the words as I retrieved the fallen towel from the floor. The mere presence of Caleb had ignited a spark of irritation within me, a feeling I struggled to understand but couldn't shake.
"What are you doing here?" The question hung in the air, demanding an explanation that I wasn't willing to wait for. Instead, I tossed the towel onto a nearby chair, my hands firmly planted on my waist. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait," I asserted, my tone a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance. The room, my refuge, suddenly felt invaded.
I turned my attention to the window, hoping the imminent sunrise would somehow disperse the tension that clung to the air. The colors of dawn began to paint the sky, a silent spectacle that contrast
