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The simplest things make me happy.
Even world class chefs have to order pizza when the circumstances call for it. Chansol and I share an orange while we wait for the delivery, talking about his favorite music.
“I was surprised when you had Coldplay on your Instagram. I’ve liked them for a long time, so it made me feel closer to you.”
He peels off an orange slice and shoves the whole thing in his mouth—only chewing a couple of times before swallowing. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he says. “You were right about us stopping. I just needed a minute to calm down.”
That was random.
“I really like you, so it was hard,” he says.
He really likes me? It’s still hard for me to comprehend, but he was the one who said the words.
Dangit, now I want to kiss the smirk off his face. “I wasn’t worried about it.”
Is he blushing? He’s been so open with me I didn’t think his shy side would come out, but here it is in full view. I like it.
“What I’m curious about,” I say, feeling devious, “is how much you like me.”
There’s an orange slice in his mouth and I watch him swallow the thing whole. That’s gotta hurt. He gulps a few times then takes a drink of water. “You don’t know? I didn’t show you well enough?”
Holy crap, he’s being serious. He actually likes me. It’s not that he kissed me because we’re alone together, it’s because he likes me. Enough to stop kissing me when I asked him to.
Yep. This has got to be a dream.
The doorbell rings, and I pay the delivery dude my entire jar of change since I’m feeling nice. Even if I don’t have enough money to fix my car.
“Should we watch a movie?” I say, sliding the hot pizza on the table.
“Sure.”
I pull out my laptop and the picture I was saving is still on my screen. I close it as fast as I can, hoping he didn’t notice but knowing he did. When I dare to peek at his expression, that signature smile is so wide I’m afraid his face will break.
I try to think of all the Korean movies I’ve wanted to watch. It should be something he understands, too.
“How about this one?” I say pointing to a picture of two very attractive guys, not that that’s the reason I want to watch.
“No way!” he says, a little more forcefully than he needs to. “Pororo. Let’s watch Pororo.”
Isn’t that a little kids’ show? I giggle but pull it up, anyway. It’s my one night with him, I don’t care what we watch.
It’s getting really late. Or really early. Either way, I’m exhausted. After one episode I can’t sit in the hard kitchen chair anymore.
I’m not really sure what to do about sleeping arrangements, because I know if I invite him into my room it’ll be trouble. But I can’t offer him Sam’s room, and I can’t let him sleep on our hard couch.
“You can sleep on my bed,” I say. “I’ll just sleep out here.”
He gives me a look that says don’t-even-think-about-it. I give a look back that says what’s-your-solution-genius?
“How about this,” he replies. “We spread some blankets on the floor and we both sleep out here.”
Man, he really doesn’t want to let me go. But that sounds just as dangerous as the bedroom.
He seems to be thinking about it too. “We should sleep head to toe.”
Yeah, I know I’m not strong enough to resist him spooning me in the middle of the night. It’d be better if his feet are in my face.
“Deal.”
I grab every blanket we have in the house like we’re building a fort. Before long, we’re lying down, drifting to sleep.
“Talitha,” Chansol says, right before I fly off to dreamland.
“Hm?”
“I’m really glad I got to meet you today.”
Seems strange that it’s only been a day, but I’m grateful for it. “I’m glad too,” I say. It’s hard to think when I’m tired.
“Talitha,” he says one more time.
My eyes are heavy, but if he wants to talk, I’ll always listen. “Yes?”
“This isn’t the end. Don’t give up on me.”
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