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

 

you invite yourself into my closet

 

thought is still on his eyes. “What—no. It’s a mistake. My

 

in my room?” He cuts me off,

 

you don’t live here and I’m

 

somehow, he seems

 

“so you just love to show up, ruin everyone’s plan and

 

react, he turns his heels and storms out of

 

the fuck was

 

the brightest smile whenever he sees me? Has he been using

 

room, I still decide to clean the mess on the floor. My cheeks burn when I thought of these condoms

 

coming out of the kitchen.

 

is Eason?” I ask. I want to talk to him about what

 

seems even more surprised.

 

from the garage. I run to the window and just in time to

 

to my side. “Did you bump into him? My god…hope

 

have to be such a jerk. I thought to

 

for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have our nails and hair done. When

 

without a blink. The sale assistant at Hermès has to temporarily close the store just for

 

in Ramirez’s dictionary. The

 

seems so overly excited. I hate to break it to her.

 

pig. And the heir of

 

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

 

remain silent. I push back the urge of asking her if she wants me to stay so bad,

 

I don’t want to be so cruel to

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish, my phone

 

out and is surprised to find

 

Can we meet up? At least

 

shameless bastard has the face to

 

else he has

 

But not at your

 

texts me

 

I need to go…somewhere.” I tell her, “Maybe we can have dinner

 

face lights up. “You need a car? Or

 

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

 

waiters wear black ties and pulls out the chair for you. I lost my temper once in a restaurant like these, and

 

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