He gently pulls me inside his room.
The walls are light gray, and the floor is black-and-white marble. A contrast that suits the person who sleeps here perfectly. He has the same view I do, but from the opposite side, and his bed is even bigger than mine.
Now that I’m here, I feel uncomfortable.
I walk over to the table and pull out a chair, not wanting to bother him.
“What are you doing?”
He looks at me with amusement, while I feel terribly embarrassed.
“I’m going to sit here. I won’t bother you. You can keep working.”
As if I’ve been electrocuted, I hear a burst of laughter.
I stare at him in shock, half laughing myself, not quite sure why.
“You’re not staying there, and I’m not going to keep working. Come on, come lie down. The bed is way too big, and I promise I won’t touch yo
