My room was filled with beautiful orange light from the sunlight that shone through the lace curtains from outside. He stared at my eyes silently. My bedroom had a girlish scent and it was so warm, as I heard the rain pouring down outside.

Leaning against my pillow, he came closer and closer to me, his fingers moving down along my shoulders. At that moment, my phone rang. It was dangerous that his intoxicating eyes almost revived my slumbered self.

When I wanted to sit up and ...