My Roommate & I
The moment lingered for what felt like an unbearable stretch of time before I finally pushed him away.
Frustration surged through me, and in a sudden burst of impulse, I struck him hard across the face.
But instead of reacting with pain or anger, he only tilted his head slightly, his expression calm and unreadable—almost taunting—as his lips parted faintly, as if my reaction entertained him.
For a brief moment, I stood frozen, my breathing uneven and my thoughts completely scattered.
Without another word, I quickly adjusted my clothes, turned away, and rushed out of the house, the weight of the encounter pressing heavily against my chest.