I roll to the end of my bed and put on my glasses. Next, I pull open the last drawer on my bedside and take out a plum-colored box. I uncover it and take out the picture frame Alexander gave me.
For a moment, I just stare at the picture, recalling the way he made me feel that night—pursued and special, recalling how I noticed him for the first time and saw what a beautiful man he was. He was so flirty, yet so nice. Said something casual that made me laugh so much; I don’t even remember what he said. He smelled so good, too.
Even if I can never tell what he’s thinking, even if he scares me sometimes, even if I wish we had a simpler love story, even if… I don’t know. But all I know is that he’s made me fall for him so quickly. And as stupid as it might sound, because he’s such a red flag,
