Chapter 7: A Witch Roommate

Kila – POV

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as the memories of earlier played on repeat in my mind.

Every look. Every touch. Every mistake.

God, what was I thinking?

Shame twisted in my stomach, hot and heavy. I buried my face in my pillow, groaning. If I could erase the last few hours—or at least rewind to before I let my guard down—I would.

A loud knock on the door jolted me upright.

I blinked, heart racing. “Who is it?” I called, trying to sound more alert than I felt.

There was a pause. Then a voice came through, muffled but clear enough.

“Your new roommate.”

Roommate?

Right. I’d completely forgotten they were assigning rooms today.

I took a deep breath, brushing a hand over my hair to make myself look somewhat presentable. The last thing I needed was a stranger seeing me like this—messy, emotionally scrambled, and totally humiliated.

I stood up, hesitated for half a second, then walked to the door and opened it.

I opened the door slowly, expecting someone shy or awkward.

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