I didn't move.

I stood frozen on my side of the door, heart hammering hard in my chest, face burning hot like fire. I kept replaying those three words in my head over and over, feeling so mortified I wanted to disappear.

I heard you.

Maybe he meant something else. Maybe he heard me walking around, turning on my lamp or something innocent like that. Maybe—

'I can hear you thinking from out here,' he said, and that quiet laugh in his voice made my stomach twist and drop. 'Open the door.'

I should not have opened the door. God, I really shouldn't have.

But I did. I opened it...