I woke up to soft lips just inside my thigh, rough with stubble that scraped against sensitive skin. He hadn't shaved since yesterday, and he wasn't trying to be gentle.
I froze. Then shoved him.
He didn't budge, just smiled against my skin. "Come on. You're still in heat."
"No. I'm not. You're just horny still. There's a difference. Get off."
He pulled back slowly and allowed the blanket to fall from his shoulders. He didn't apologize. Didn't even look conflicted. "Fine. You need to eat anyway. You're hangry."
He walked off, hard as hell, not bothering to hide it. He stretched like this was nothing new. He grabbed his phone and sweatpants before slipping down the hall, casual and unbothered.
The second he was gone, I curled into a ball, pulled the blanket around me, and let the sob
