The knock comes again.

This time, louder, impatient. I jolted up from the couch and clutched the blanket close to me.

“Who’s there?” I called out.

There was a beat of silence before that familiar voice reverberated past the door.

“Kerri.” His voice called. It sounded calm, not the good type of way, it was more like the calm before the storm kind of way. “Open the door,”

I already knew it was him even without asking. I guess I just wanted to hear his voice… but what now?

“Can I come in?” he spoke again.

I panicked.

I don’t know why I panicked and said, “N-no! I’m naked!” which...