Everything in Jason’s place was black.
I called his name a couple of times but no one answered.
The whole decoration style of his living room was modern and cold, which was quite the opposite of Cyrus’s floor.
Cyrus’ space was also immaculate and privileged but with a brighter tone.
I temptingly approached the bedroom. The door was ajar and the duvet of the four-pole king-size bed was thrown messily on the floor.
I heard the sound of a running shower and I instantly went blushed.
What a perfect timing.
He was taking a shower…
I felt stupid to just stand there and wait for him. Chickening out right now also was not an option. Because I didn’t know if I still could muster the courage to come to his place next time.
Calm down… Just calm down.
I blew out a breath and decide
