CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
My fingers hovered hesitantly over the keyboard, afraid to hit the Enter key. It felt creepy, searching about my own housemate who had suddenly taken a turn and now actually seemed to give a s**t about me. He even asked me if we could be friends, something that had been, admittedly, in my brain since morning. It made me both scared and excited at the same time; scared that if I entertained the thoughts of him so close, I could get hurt and excited because he unreadable, the idea of peeling layers of him making me ecstatic.
“I’m sorry about Anton,” What was with people creeping up on me today without a warning?
“Luca,” I forced a small smile, quickly shutting down my laptop as I gazed at hunk before me. The last thing I wanted was him seeing his name typed on my goog
