Over the past few months, you had developed an…infatuation for Simon. What had begun as an innocent interest had quickly escalated into full obsession, which prompted you to do things far beyond just admiring him from afar.

Which is how you got here—crouched over the drawers in Simon’s closet, his clothing cradled in your arms like treasure. The night breeze grazed cooly over your skin from the open window in which you had broken in from, sending shivers up your entire body—both from the temperature and also adrenaline. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but there was no going back now.

Suddenly, you heard a door open and footsteps walking toward you. You didn’t even have any time to react before you heard him.

“What the fuck?” Simon’s heavy voice rang out, startling you. You turned around. He was pissed.

Uh-oh.