Then the evening turned into night, and the night turned into morning...
He got out of my bed and out of my apartment with his little flowery satin shirt unbuttoned all the way down, giving the old lady who lives down the hallway a little something to see after spying on us, with the biggest smile on his face.
~Like a little fool.~
His cologne left marks all over my bed, and the bedsheets smelled like an ocean of his.
Not because I minded but... it kind of pissed me off.
~Did I really just screw things up between us? And what if I give off the wrong vibe and now he thinks that we are dating?~
~ I hate to admit it... but all that I could think of while fucking him was... Wonho.~
~What will he think? Shit. FUCK! I fucking hate it here.~
~There I go again, acting before thinking.~
~I guess I'll just have to wait and see what will happen from now on, and let things fall into fates hands.~
It took me a while until I finally fell asleep, naked and lonely again on my dull bed.
After that, the weekend was pretty calm as it passed by pretty fast, and there I woke up on Monday...
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RomanceRosa Dior is her name. Wonho is his. They both love each other, even though they both know it's wrong there's a clear attraction. Will they be able to hold their hands off each other for a short period of time, or is that tension really that irre...
