I opened your door with the spare key you gave me earlier in the year.
It was quarter to eleven in the evening, and the dorm hallways were quiet. My body was buzzing and my cock was twitching as I neared your door.
I didn’t need to knock. An hour prior, you had stopped by my room to talk. We had broken up earlier that morning, and we were adjusting to not having regular check-in’s with one another.