For a moment, Sara thought she was hallucinating. That her imagination had taken a step further and conjured up the man in her thoughts in front of her.
But no, he was real.
What was he doing in her dorm? How had he found her?
As she clutched the shower curtain to hide partially behind the material, it occurred to her.
He was her third roommate. The roommate she was yet to meet yet.
Unless she was wrong, and he was here because he had stalked her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her fingers tightening around the curtain fabric. He had closed the door behind him and walked into the room, his destination clear. The shower cubicle. His crimson eyes scanned what little of her body showed, and it was enough to send shivers skittering throughout her body. That, and a longing that mad
