The third time I had woken up in this very house to seeing Emmanuel Walker in the same room with me but with different reactions
I remember vividly, the first time I bit his nose which I still didn't regret. He just deserved it.
The second, I kicked and pushed him off the bed which I did regret. And now, I couldn't do any of that. He looked peaceful and innocent, not the guy I saw bullying someone on my way home, he didn't look like the jerk that got into every girl’s panties or the bad boy tag he had to live by. He was different and I could not place my hands on why and how I just noticed it.
Getting up, I successfully did not wake him which was great, I didn't need to hear a "first time having a sleep over with a male? And it had to be me, the last man standing " nope, I'll pass.
