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Tristan
After I showered, I checked my phone to find 3 missed calls from Jake. I decided to call him back and we talked for a few minutes.
After that, I decided to call my maid and tell her that she won't need to come today.
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I made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. I checked for Jesse in my room but he wasn't there so I guessed he would be in the kitchen.
I walked up to see Jesse bending down to pick something from the floor. His shirt rode up to his back exposing the tight boxers he wore. Good lord! His ass looks so plum- AVERAGE! His ass looks average! Why am I even thinking about his ass anyway?!
I coughed to make my presence known. He quickly straightened up after picking up the things and tugged the shirt down.
"Umm... Sorry, I dropped the spoons." He said, scratching the back of his neck. I decided not to say anything and gave him an awkward smile.
"Did you make something? " I asked, looking around the kitchen.
"Yeah... I made pancakes," He said, smiling. After that, I helped him to make some bacon and scrambled eggs. We had breakfast a few minutes after we both cleaned the kitchen.
It was fun cooking with him. He taught me some tricks his mom used in the kitchen.
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We decided to finish the chapters for the chemistry exam after that. But it was so hard for me to concentrate because........of his exposed thighs.

To say I was distracted would be an understatement. His thighs really look like a girl's and it was very hard for me to pry my eyes away from them. I tried so much to resist the urge to stare. He was a guy for god sake!!
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After two hours of the boring study session, we finally finished the chapters. Haaa.....What a relief!!!
I offered to make hot chocolate. It was still pouring outside so we decided to have some hot chocolate before cooking lunch.
Jesse watched it from the kitchen counter while I made it. He asked me to make the Italian style and I gladly agreed. I gave him a cup of hot chocolate and a spoon.
"Umm....Tristan?" I heard Jesse call me. I looked at him as he fiddled with the sleeves of the shirt which was way too big on him and it gave him sweater paws. "Um...yesterday... I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble.." He looked down. " I didn't mean to do that.... but thank you for taking care of me." He said, offering a small smile.
"No need to say sorry. It's not your fault. Everyone is afraid of something in their life," I tried to assure him. "Can I ask one thing?" I asked him. He nodded for me to go on." Is there a reason why you're afraid of it? It's okay if you don't want to answer, "
He shook his head. "There's no specific reason. I was afraid of it as long as I can remember. It happens only when the thunder and lightning come. I'm really scared of it that I get panic attacks because of it. Usually, when there's a storm my sister comes into my room and cuddle with me." Jesse smiled as he talked about his sister.
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