I looked at Brandon, who was also looking at me. The atmosphere in the room was a bit ambiguous.

It was absurd. We had slept in a hotel room together without any issues before.

Yet here, in this spacious two-bedroom apartment, it felt cramped, like even the air was suffocating.

After a brief, silent stare, Brandon spoke. "I think it's more appropriate for me to sleep on the couch."

I was speechless.

"Only your real boyfriend should sleep in your room. I... I'll stick to the couch," Brandon said. It made me feel like I was somehow mistreating him.

But I knew he was trying to pressure me. He wanted to become my actual boyfriend.

The old saying about quiet men being the most cunning seemed true.

However, I wasn't falling for it. I simply said, "Suit yourself," and quickly went into my parents' room.

lay in bed, but I couldn't sleep. The

hadn't shown up, my defensive preparations might not have been enough, and the consequences could have

a coincidence that he came to see me

about him, I glanced at the door. It was closed, so I couldn't see outside.

unclear if he was washing up or doing something

reminded me of my childhood. I used to

never thought much of it back then, but now

check on Brandon once he fell asleep, but I ended

the night needing to use the bathroom. As I

in the house, I glanced at the couch on my way out and saw him sleeping there. His tall frame barely fit, and his legs were hanging off the

Double standards.

sleep in my room. But he was okay with using my pink

how he was there to protect me even though he

After that, I always had trouble falling asleep again. I felt alone and abandoned in this

world had abandoned me, with no one to care for or

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