I sat at the edge of the bed, trying desperately to think of the right words to say. Moments of silence went by slowly and I couldn’t help but steal a glance at his direction. He lay on his bed casually and watched me with smoldered eyes, waiting for me to respond. I quickly looked away and covered my face in embarrassment.
“I don’t know, I really just don’t know.” I managed, the words muffled by the palms of my hand pressed against my heated cheeks.
I felt his weight shift on the bed and a hand grazing lightly on my shoulder.
“Maybe you don’t need to know.” His voice was suddenly closer; I could almost feel his hot breath against my skin. Those words in a whisper sent shivers down my back.
Slowly, I looked up from my hands to meet his gaze. My breath caught in the back of my throat and all of my incoherent thoughts fell away. At that moment, I could think of nothing else but the man in front of me.
Written by my friend Amy Ng
