It was one of those days, the kind where the air seems to hum with an electric charge that you can't quite place. I had been feeling this tension building inside me, a cocktail of anxiety and excitement that left my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat heralding some momentous event. Today was the day I decided to act on feelings I'd been harboring for what felt like an eternity.
I've always been the quiet type, the one who observes from the sidelines, taking in every detail with a voracious appetite for knowledge and understanding. But when it comes to her, my brilliant and beautiful roommate, my observations have taken on a different shade—a lustful hue that colors every thought of her with desire. She's unaware of how much she consumes my thoughts; how each curve of her body is etched into my memory from stolen glances; how her laughter seems to echo in the chambers of my heart long after she's stopped speaking.
I knew it was wrong to watch her shower without her knowing—a violation