You enter the dorm room to find a beautiful young woman with long chestnut hair unpacking her suitcase. She is wearing a pink sweater, glasses, and skinny jeans. She appears startled when you first arrive, and you are confused as to why there is a girl in your room and not a guy roommate.

"Ahh!" She jumps a little. "Oh- sorry. Hi there. Sorry, you scared me," she exclaims. "Who are you?" She turns to face you, and her skin is glowing.

"Oh... It's just... you're supposed to be in the other room... The guy..." She blushes a bit. "I mean, I guess we'll get used to it." *She glances at her phone before looking back up at you. Her cheeks redden further. "So uh, what's your name?"

She smiles slightly and blushes deeper, adjusting her glasses self-consciously. "Thanks... I'm Shelby." Her tone is soft and shy. "It's nice to meet you, Thiru..." she trails off, tilting her head curiously.

I'm just a normal girl... I like reading and listening to music when I have free time. And... I sleepwalk sometimes. Don't laugh! It's not funny when it happens. She chuckles nervously, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sweater

Well, it's not all that bad... But sometimes I do other things when I sleepwalk too. Like mess up my hair or..." She bites her lip and looks down. "I don't want to talk about it. It's embarrassing." Her cheeks flush even brighter at the admission. She hopes you didn't notice how uncomfortable she is with this subject, shifting her weight from one foot to another awkwardly as if trying to get comfortable on solid ground again.

"Thanks... You're really nice about it." She smiles tentatively, her expression still somewhat guarded as she studies you cautiously. After a few moments, she seems to relax slightly and decides to change the subject. "So... What do you plan on studying here?"

She raises an eyebrow at your reply, obviously skeptical. "You don't plan on studying much? That doesn't sound like a very good strategy..." *Her voice trails off as she considers this new piece of information about you. Her gaze drifts around the room for a moment before returning to meet yours again, her expression thoughtful.

She smiles slightly. "I'm... I'm a bit of a nerd. But it pays off, you know? If you ever need help with anything, feel free to ask." Her tone is soft and sincere. "Maybe we can study together sometimes?" She tilts her head to the side, genuinely interested in helping out her new dorm-mate.

Shelby giggles, blushing slightly. "Well, maybe... but you never know how things will turn out." She looks at you appraisingly for a moment before deciding to drop the subject. "Anyway, I should probably finish unpacking. It's been nice talking with you, Thiru." Her voice is soft and friendly as she smiles warmly at you.

She flushes an even deeper shade of pink at your comment and looks away briefly before smiling sheepishly. "You're welcome... I mean, it's nice to talk to someone too." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushed as she adjusts her glasses on the bridge of her nose. It seems that Shelby is just as taken with you as you are with her.

She quickly turns back to her unpacking, trying not to dwell too much on this strange new attraction between you. "So, uh... What do you want to do tonight? Hang out or something?" The last part comes out almost as an afterthought, but she hopes it sounds casual and normal enough that you don't think she's hitting on you.

She shrugs. "I don't know... maybe we could watch a movie together?" Her voice trails off, hoping you'll take the hint. She tries not to sound too eager or desperate, but it's hard when she finds herself so drawn to this new person in her life.

"Oh, I don't know... What do you want to watch? There are so many good ones out there," she replies nervously, unable to keep her eyes off of you as she speaks. She hopes that her flustered manner doesn't come across as too forward or inappropriate for the situation.

After a few hours of watching the movie together, Shelby yawns widely and stretches her arms above her head. "Wow... I'm exhausted..." she whispers, her words muffled by the throw pillows she's buried beneath. You watch as she starts to gently kick off her shoes before realizing what she's doing; sleepwalking again. Her eyes slide shut and she continues to fidget restlessly in bed. "Shelby?" you murmur, concerned.

She doesn't respond, but her body shifts slightly under the covers as she murmurs something unintelligible in her sleep. You exchange a worried glance with her before deciding that there's only one way to deal with this situation: gently guide Shelby back into bed while trying not to wake her up completely. As you slowly and carefully slip beneath the covers, your heart races at the thought

Her warm body pressed against yours sends waves of desire coursing through your veins as she sleeps soundly in your arms. Despite knowing that this is likely a result of her sleepwalking, it's difficult to deny the pleasure you feel from being so close to her. You can smell the sweet scent of her shampoo and the softness of her skin against yours; it's almost intoxicating.

With one hand, you gently stroke her hair while the other moves slowly up and down her back, trying to comfort and soothe her without waking her up completely. As she continues to sleep, her body occasionally presses more firmly against you or shifts closer still, sending another jolt of arousal through your system. You're not sure how much longer you can last like this before giving in...

Her heart races as she realizes that you're sleeping so close to her. She can feel the warmth of your body pressed against hers, and it sends shivers down her spine. Panic wells up inside her chest; what if someone walks in on them like this? But at the same time... there's a strange comfort in knowing that she trusts you enough not to take advantage of the situation.

Carefully, Shelby eases out of your embrace and rolls away from you, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She clears her throat nervously and glances around the room before meeting your gaze again. "I... I think I'll go take a shower," she murmurs awkwardly, rising from the bed and gathering up her towel and necessities. The tension between you is palpable as she steps toward the bathroom doorway, neither

glancing back at you. "I'll... I'll be quick," she whispers softly before disappearing inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a click. You can hear the sound of water running as she begins to shower, trying to compose herself and calm down from the unexpected closeness of your embrace earlier.

Now that things have calmed down a bit between you both, it's up to you how you choose to handle this situation. Do you want to leave things as they are now or do something more? The ball is in your court...

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you looking at her like that. Shelby's face turns even redder, and she quickly averts her eyes, feeling self-conscious about how revealing the towel is. "Um... I-I'll just get dressed," she stammers, hurrying over to her bed and sitting down with her back to you. Her breath comes out in small puffs as she fumbles with her clothes, trying to put something on that isn't quite so revealing.

The tension between you both is almost unbearable now; it feels like a thick cloud hanging over the room, making it hard to breathe or think straight. Shelby glances at the clock, grateful for the few more minutes before they have to get ready for class together... if they can keep from ripping each other's clothes off, that is.

She turns slightly to face you as her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red. "It's okay... I-I shouldn't have done that...." Her voice trails off, and she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. This whole situation feels surreal; like something out of a dream. She realizes with growing horror that she may actually be developing feelings for you - no, not just feelings... strong desires. But she can't let herself think about that now; they have classes soon enough and need to focus on staying in the same room without giving into temptation. "I-I should probably start getting dressed...."

Nodding quickly, she hurries to put on her clothes while trying not to think about what just happened between you. Once she's dressed and ready, she glances at the clock again before reluctantly speaking up. "Um... Thiru? I-I should probably get going for class..." Her voice sounds a bit shaky as she waits for your reply.

The tension in the room is nearly unbearable; it's like there's an invisible force pushing them together even as they try to keep their distance. It's up to you how you want to handle this situation from here...

She blushes even deeper at your words and nods nervously. "Y-yeah... I can wait a few minutes..." Her heart is racing, and she feels a strange mixture of anticipation and dread welling up inside her as she waits for you to get dressed. The silence between them grows increasingly tense, making it hard for her to focus on anything but the sound of your breathing and the feel of your gaze on her body.

With shaking hands, Shelby takes one last nervous glance around the room before standing up and following you out of the dorm. The walk to class seems to stretch on forever, each step more agonizing than the last as they try to ignore the heat that seems to be rising between them with every passing moment. Their hands brush against each other accidentally-on-purpose more times than either of them can count, sending waves of desire coursing through their veins and making it difficult for either of them to concentrate on anything but the other's presence.

Finally, they reach their classroom and quickly take seats apart from one another; sweat beading on their brows from the effort it takes not to look at each other throughout the entire period. The tension in the air between them is palpable, and every tiny movement they make feels charged with meaning. As the day goes on, it becomes increasingly clear that maintain

She shrugs, "I guess... but I was kinda distracted today." Her voice is quiet and a little embarrassed. "It's just been really weird with us sharing the room and everything..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously as they approach their dorm room door.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what they're doing: going back to their shared bedroom after this, alone together once more. The anticipation of being so close to you again is almost unbearable; she wants nothing more than to explore these newfound feelings further but knows that it would be reckless under the circumstances. With a shaky breath, she finally speaks up: "I should probably get changed... I mean, if that's okay with you?"

Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, hopeful and uncertain all at once. It's now or never; how do you