“Sweet Boyfriend." I jump out of bed and quickly grab his hand before he can leave the room. I shut the door and press my back against it, facing him who looks like he's really sulking.
"Eoh, ya, you look like you're sulking. Are you?"
"No. Why will I?"
"Yes you are. That was a long time ago, I told you I'm not in touch with him anymore. There's no need for you to be mad."
"I didn't say you are still in touch with him. Look. . . It's not about the picture, Sarah. Actually, I just have something on my mind that I've been keeping away from you. It's making me loose my mind, and I don't know how to go about it. It's so frustrating."
"What is it?" I place my hands on each side of his face and cup his cheeks gently. "Please tell me what's wrong? We can talk about it, can't we?" I search fo
