Athena’s P.O.V.
“Y-You? W-What are you doing here?” I didn’t know how I was able to ask him. It was as if no voice came from my mouth that I could not even hear myself.
I creased a frown. How was he able to know my resident’s address?
It was indeed a challenge for me to speak—maybe because of the contraction of my throat. My voice was too hoarse but above all these, I could feel the racing horses inside my chest again. I was always like this—whenever he was near.
I might have avoided him during the past three months, but little did he know that I was always staring at his back. Oftentimes, I used to debate with his answer for him to look at me with curiosity in the eyes so that I could see his warm and sweet face. Admiration was always reflecting on him every time he looked into my gre
