"So you're the type to host romantic dinners," he commented. He sounded very serene." I'm impressed.
No, I wasn't. I didn't do those things. I was forced to do it and I couldn't say it.
"He's my boyfriend, I have to make an effort" was what I said.
"Your boyfriend..." he uttered without looking at me, more like he was analyzing the word.
"Yes," I reaffirmed.
He moved away from the window and began to approach me. It was so unexpected that I didn't know how to react, although it was more than anything that stupid weakness that he always caused me that blocked all my “thoughts, coordination, common sense” and prevented me from walking away.
His right corner turned up mischievously, because he noticed.
“Your boyfriend makes you this nervous? he asked me as he got closer.
Confused and
