Don't hold back

"Yes, it's me," Saint said and I squinted my eyes to see his face.

The dark room made it hard to see, but the rays from the moon lighted the room up a bit.

But why was he here so late at night and why was he sneaking in?

These questions ran through my mind but I chose not to ask them.

Maybe something happened.

But what could have made him come to see me this late?

Saint turned on my bed lamp, bringing light into the dark room. I closed my eyes when the bright light threatened to blind me, raising my hand to cover my face.

"Too bright," I said quietly, to my eyes starting to hurt.

Saint immediately dimmed the light, bright enough to see but not bright enough to blind me that much.

"Why are you here?" I asked him, sitting up from my bed.

I was beginning to get hot and so I pushed the duvet away from my body.

Saint's eyes followed by movement, lingering on my bare thighs.

I immediately pulled the covers over my legs and turned away.

Why would he stare at me that way when his girl