I sighed when I glanced at the wall clock and saw it'd already been four hours since Myles left the house.
I’m bored. I didn’t know what to do inside his large home. I have watched a movie, played some instruments, sketched something and even sewed a sweater for him. I have been productive the whole day and he still hasn’t come home yet.
I wonder what he is doing?
I placed my chin on my palm, sighing in boredom. I couldn’t deny the fact that I miss him. I don’t know why I did suddenly fall for someone like him, who hasn’t even said the “l” word to me. I have been vocal about my emotions with him. Myles is aware of that. In his part, he had been calling me sweet endearments even before I hated him.
I don’t know if he really feels the same for me or he’s just taking an asset of every
