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I tiptoe into the dark hallway of the squad dorms, pulling my door snugly closed behind me. I move quietly down the corridor, seeking out Theo’s room on the other end. I rehearse in my head what I’m gonna say- starting with ‘I’m sorry’. Then I reach his door, drawing a few deep breaths as I raise my hand to knock. I wonder if he’s sleeping.

I don’t know why I decide to check the doorknob before knocking, but to my surprise, it’s unlocked- I twist it, pushing the door open slowly.

I hear a slapping sound from inside- skin against skin. Soft moans from a female, grunts from Theo. Alarm bells sound off in my head as I push the door the rest of the way open and my heart stops beating when the room comes into view.

Sutton’s on Theo’s bed, positioned on her hands and knees facing me, big boobs swinging. Theo’s on his knees behind her, gripping her hips, thrusting into her over and over and over again.Fucking her.

I draw a gasp and Sutton throws her glossy dark hair back, her eyes meeting mine as her face twists into a cruel smirk. Then I look to Theo- he hasn’t even noticed I’m standing here, he’s still just going to town, groaning, hammering into Sutton.

“Theo,” I choke out, tears stinging my eyes. “How could you?!”

He looks up at me. His movements still, but he’s still got his hands on Sutton’s hips, his dick inside of her. There’s a brief flicker of indecision in his eyes.

“Sorry, kid,” he drawls. He presses his eyes closed and starts thrusting again.

A sob tears from my mouth as my eyes fly open, my dorm room softly illuminated by the pale light of the moon through the crack in the curtains. My heart is pounding in my chest, my throat raw.

It was a dream.Just a dream. A terrible,awfuldream. Anightmare.

My body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tears stain my pillow.

I draw ragged breaths.Just a dream.

It was so vivid- I know it wasn’t real, but it feels like it was. My heart feels like it has been shattered into a million pieces, broken beyond repair.

I reach for my glasses on the nightstand, putting them on my face and blinking at the red glow of the numbers of my alarm clock.1:04 a.m.

So much for going to bed early and being well-rested. The image of Theo fucking Sutton feels like it has been seared into my brain; I can’t shake it. I feel physically ill.

I toss the sheets off of my body and sit up in bed, swiveling to set my bare feet on the cold concrete floor. I grab my phone off of the nightstand and rise to my feet, padding across the room to my door. I won’t get rid of this icky, unsettled feeling until I see Theo. I have to make things right somehow. Even if it’s one in the morning.

I step into the dark hallway and close the door behind me softly, tiptoeing toward Theo’s room. I’m internally panicking the entire way-what if that dream comes true? What if I walk in on something like that?It would destroy me.

When I approach Theo’s door, I test the knob. It’s locked.Not a dream.

I silently swipe at my phone to unlock it, hitting Theo’s contact and dialing. Through the door, I hear the shrill ring of his phone and rustling sounds before the line picks up and his deep voice comes through.

“Brooke?”

“I’m at your door,” I choke, tears immediately flooding my eyes.

He hangs up. A split second later, the door opens, Theo standing on the other side clad only in his boxers, blinking sleep from his eyes.Alone.

When he sees me, he furrows his brow, his face etched with concern. Then he steps forward, spreading his arms wide. “Come here,” he whispers.

I fall into his arms- into the warmth of his hard chest, the safety of his embrace. I let it envelop me as he winds his arms around me, threading his fingers into my hair, holding my face to his chest.

I can’t fight my tears back. I choke on a sob, winding my arms around Theo, clinging to him as they start to flow.

“Shhh,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to my hair. He walks me backwards into his room, kicks the door closed behind us.

He just lets me cry for a solid minute or two, holding me, rocking me softly from side to side. When I start to quiet, he takes my face in both hands, pulling back and tipping it up toward his.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asks, his voice gravelly. His hazel eyes are still clouded with concern.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” I gasp, trying to hold more tears back before they spill. I take a few deep, calming breaths in an attempt to regain my composure.

“Me too,” he says earnestly, stroking my cheek with a thumb. “I shouldn’t have said that, even if it was a joke. It was shitty. Disrespectful.”

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