“Good morning,” he greeted me once I opened my eyes. Yeah, Ezekiel was lying next to me on my bed. As usual, he invited himself here again, even though I had already told him he couldn’t. So, I had to vary what I asserted, even if it was not genuine. I told him that he could sleep here—since he was already lying next to me—if he didn’t freaking touch me. But, heck! The moment I woke up—I felt his hands wrapping around my waist.
A few strands of his hair covered his forehead. His hair was also messy, which didn’t lessen his attractive face. He still looks the same. It’s just that he seems more appealing now compared to before. I don’t know, damn it!
“There’s no good morning if you greeted me with your face. I already told you last night that you can’t encircle your arm on my waist like th
