Helene sank into the soft foam, hugging the blankets tight. She buried her head deep into the pillow, as if trying to disappear inside it while thoughts of Caleb swirled endlessly in her mind.
Unbeknownst to her, the door creaked open. Caleb stepped inside quietly. The room was dim, the only light a faint glow from the curtains.
"Hey, I just wanted to—"
"Arrghh, get out of my head!" Helene yelled, thrashing on the bed.
"Huh?" Caleb froze in surprise.
Helene flipped over—and that's when she saw him.
She froze like someone who farted in church and realized the mic was on.
Red flushed up her neck, climbing all the way to her ears.
"Wh—How—Wh—" She tried to speak, but the words tangled together. Her brain had officially gone into short-circuit mode, leaving her mouth hanging open in pure shock and embarrassment.
Caleb, completely unaware of what had been running through her head, stood there blinking.