He wants us to eat our dinner together? The heck? That’s odd. Really. I had no plans for it with him, but I could feel my tummy creating a rumbling sound. Damn!
“Our?” I repeated while looking at him. I tried to sit on the bed while holding the blanket to cover my body; even though we’ve had s*x several times, I’m still shy whenever I’m with him. So, as much as possible, I wanted to cover my naked body.
Our eyes met, and I couldn’t help but feel nervous at how he stared at me. Every time I look at him, I often get anxious. I’m scared of myself because there’s a huge possibility that I have feelings for him. The way my heart reacted to his gaze, presence, voice, and small gestures; I’m getting confused
“What do you mean about that? I had no plan to spend my night with you. I’m going home
