I leap at the bed sheet and cover my body with it.

 

The man is apparently shocked as well. His hand still rests on the doorknob, taking in the sight that he’s seeing.

 

“Who the hell are you!” I snap, “Don’t you know how to knock??”

 

The man is tall and shockingly good-looking. His brown hair is in natural curls, which suits his pretty face. His eyes widen with surprise and then gradually squints. His lip suddenly curls into a smile and holds up his arm as he leans against the door.

 

I can’t believe he just stares. How rude!

 

“Can you not look??”

 

The smile on his lip deepens into a sarcastic angel. “Can you get out of my room?”

 

His room?

 

I look at him blankly for two seconds and suddenly take in a sharp inhale.

 

“Oh my god…Eason?”

 

He sure has changed a lot. Taller, prettier, looking more like a man. I even catch a glimpse of a tattoo on the side of his neck.

 

We spent one summer three years ago when my parents got divorced. It was such a great time. I was so sad when I had to leave for Miami to live with my dad. So I asked him to call or visit. But he never did. I tried to call him, but he rarely answered. We gradually grew apart.

 

This is the first time we speak to each other in almost three years.

 

“Um…” I’m a little overwhelmed. I want to give him a reunion hug and suddenly realize I’m still naked, “Eason. I’m so happy to see you. But can you close the door for me? I’m kindda in the middle of—”

 

He casually nods and closes the door.

 

Behind him.

 

I widen my eyes as he strides over and approaches me. I take a few steps back. He pushes When my bare buns touch the wallpaper, I suddenly realize now I’m trapped between the wall and him.

 

He’s so close, chest almost touching my shoulders. He lowers his eyeline and gaze gradually fixes on me. I must be going insane right now. But he just felt so different. Not like Eason at all. Like some stranger with an amazing smell of mint and oak.

 

This stranger makes my pulse quicken.

 

“Eason…” I stutter.

 

I remember he has emerald green eyes. But now his pupil is completely black, so dark that it’s like an abyss luring me in. I should look away, but I can’t.

 

and takes a step

 

yourself

 

“What—no. It’s a mistake. My

 

are you in my room?” He cuts me

 

mom said you don’t live here and I’m just here for

 

seems even

 

ruin everyone’s plan

 

But before I could react, he turns

 

the fuck was

 

and charming Eason, who would give me the brightest smile whenever he sees

 

get dressed. Before leaving the room, I still decide to clean the mess on the floor.

 

the

 

I ask. I want to talk

 

my mom seems even more

 

the garage. I run to the window and just in time to catch a sport car disappears around the street

 

My god…hope he’s not mad with you staying

 

But he doesn’t have to be such a jerk. I thought

 

holds my hand, “What do you say we go out for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have our nails and

 

assistant at Hermès has to temporarily close the store just for us. I was half-scared that Mr. Ramirez

 

“lavish” doesn’t exist in Ramirez’s dictionary. The wealth that this family possess exceeds my

 

my mom seems so overly excited. I hate to break it to

 

out my boyfriend is a cheating pig. And

 

surprised to find tears welled up in her eyes. “Stay for another couple of days. Your semester won’t begin in at least a month. What’s the hurry? Let’s go out for brunch and you

 

her if she wants me to stay so bad, then why did she leave me

 

to

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish,

 

is

 

we meet up? At least let me

 

face to

 

at his text. Wondering what else he has got

 

not at your

 

me

 

tell her, “Maybe we can have dinner

 

a car? Or I can

 

hour later, I find myself in Boston’s most bustling and extravagant mall, and

 

fancy restaurant where waiters wear black ties and pulls out the chair for you. I lost my temper once in a restaurant like these, and must have the most awkward conversation

 

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