Carl walks me home

As soon as we got to my dorm building, all the heat and tension between us emerged again to our skin. I felt drawn to him and, once again, we were kissing in a hallway. This time, my dorm's. As I felt more aware of that, I pushed him a little back and he looked annoyed.

"What now?"

"Let's go to my room. Someone can walk up on us out here." I said.

He put both hands on my waist like he was the one guiding me and I unlocked the door. My roommate was there having trouble removing his shirt, his head stuck inside it and his torso exposed.

"Michael?! Mate, help me!" He asked cutely with his voice suffocated under the fabric.

Carl punched the frame of my door. "Fuck!"

"Michael? Man?!" He asked again.

"I'm sorry!" I turned to Carl and whispered.

He rolled his eyes and said, "See you tomorrow." He took my chin up and pecked my lips one last time before leaving.

“Please! It hurts. Answer me. Get out!”