Meryl's POV
"Andre... why are you here?"
"Quiet."
His voice filled my bedroom in the darkness. Three in the morning. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he was securing my window shut after climbing through it. I sat up slowly on my bed, blinking in disbelief, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Andre-"
He cut me off before I could finish. He approached me with such intensity in his gaze that my breathing became shallow. No pause. No words of explanation. He began undressing with urgent movements, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor, then his belt and jeans. Each action was swift and frantic, as if he had been denied my touch for years instead of mere days.
I remained motionless, my lips slightly open, pulse thundering as he joined me on the bed and moved closer.
