Pressed Against A Naked Body

With a heavy pant of relief, Elliot quickly changed into a slightly worn-out pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt, his hands trembling slightly as he fastened the buttons. His heart was still racing, his mind unable to shake the vivid, disorienting experience he had just endured. He couldn't stay in his dorm room any longer—not after what had just happened. The overwhelming sensation of being dragged into that strange, unknown space lingered in his mind like a nightmare that refused to fade.

What if it happened again? What if he was suddenly pulled back into that terrifying place without warning?

A sharp heat coursed through his veins, and he gritted his teeth, pressing a hand against his chest as if that would somehow ease the burning sensation that was spreading inside him. It wasn't an unbearable pain—yet—but it was definitely unnatural. He could feel his body struggling to regulate itself, as though something foreign had taken root in him.