"You smoke?" Adrian was appalled to see that I have found it in his bathroom.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"How long?" I glared.
"Five years, but now I am coming out of it,” he coped.
“Why Adrian? Don’t you know it’s bad for health?” I worried.
“I know I am sorry. In that time to ease my depression, I got addicted to this,”
I gave a helpless face. “Don’t smoke from now on, okay?”
“I won’t, you’re with me right,” he assured.
I hugged him tight, “I am sorry. I won’t leave your side again.”
“Don’t apologize for my mistake,” he pulled me out from the hug.
"Shall we meet our parents, next week?” he asked.
“Next week?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to waste time dating.”
“But Adrian can you wait for a month? Because if I complete my final exams then I can talk about this confidentially.”
He didn’t ans
