Chapter 6. All for You

Damn. Why am I stuttering? He took a deep breath and stared at me. He looked at the tray I was carrying. I cleared my throat, approached his desk, and landed in the vacant space there.

I couldn’t look at him, so I looked around his room.

There’s a sofa set in front of a flatscreen TV. There is a table here with a swivel chair. A king-size bed covered by a black cushion. Also, the black colored carpet is lying on the floor. His room is really manly.

I was standing there by his side. He leaned back in his swivel chair, and he leaned his back to its backrest. He looked tired but so handsome. I mean, no words can explain his appearance.

“Why are you late? I cooked your favorite,” he asked that I was simply tired of looking.

“We have a practice for the prom,” I explained. He nodded and massaged his lip.

I looked at his lips for a moment and immediately avoided them. He smirked and licked his lips. Damn. Am I obvious?

He stood up, so I looked up b