As the days went by, Rachel's flirtations became more intense. She'd walk into my room unannounced, wearing revealing clothes, and make excuses to touch me. I was torn between discomfort and attraction.

Rachel was flirty, always had been. She loved attention, and I was her target. At first, I tried to ignore her, but she was relentless. She'd tease me, playfully touch my arm, and make suggestive comments. I didn't know how to react.

“Try ‘home,’” I said.

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