Moaning from Room 103

Sharing a room wasn't part of the plan.

But the man already inside looked like temptation poured into human form. Confident. Handsome. The kind of guy who flirted like it was second nature… and left you wondering what else he could do with that mouth.

I told myself it was just the room. The tension. The accident of proximity.

But then the nights got quiet. The air got heavier. And every stolen glance turned into something I couldn't stop wanting.

He saw through me before I could lie to myself—and when I finally gave in, it wasn't just the kiss that unraveled me.

It was everything.