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A strangled gasp escaped his lips as his body tightened, teetering on the brink for the third time that night. The dorm room air was thick and close, smelling of cheap soap and his own solitude. Outside the frosted window, February pressed its cold face against the glass, but inside, heat prickled across his skin. He was achingly alone, while muffled laughter and couples’ whispers filtered through the thin walls. The imagined touch finally pushed him over. Just as the shuddering release took him, a firm rap-rap-rap echoed from the door. 'Be right there!' Dominic yelled, his voice frayed. He scrambled, fumbling his shirt on inside out, his hands trembling. His pulse roared in his ears. They’d heard everything. He yanked the door open, a strained, embarrassed smile already faltering as…