Exes' Baggage And More

Chapter Thirty One

Macy blinked a few times. It felt like she heard something strange coming out of the man's mouth.

"Huh? W-what did you say?"

Andrew looked at her seriously. "I am an asexual. So, sex is not something that is important to me."

Macy becomes silent. Her brain was trying to digest every word that was spoken back by Andrew. In fact, she was almost holding her breath. She then closed her eyes for a moment.

Andrew himself is still looking at the woman sitting on the counter. Heck, he doesn't know what he was thinking. How can he tell her about it? The biggest secret of his life. He even waited for five years before he told the truth to David, his cousin. Oh, if he finds out, it's certain that Andrew will get a long lecture from the man.

"Macy..."

Slowly, Macy opened her eyes. But then she still looked down, unable to look directly at Andrew.

"Hey..." the man said quietly.

"Why did you say that to me?" she asked in a whisper. Then, she raised her head and looked at

Andrew intently. "Why are you telling me about it?"

Andrew looked at her for a moment, before he answered the question. "Because you asked. I'm just giving you the answer."

"But... c-can't you come up with another answer? You don't need..." Macy covered her mouth. Sighing softly, she rubbed her eyes. "There are many possible answers you can give me."

"What's the difference between me telling the truth and of me making up some excuses? I just want to be honest with you. Even if I don't say it now, one day you will surely find out about it."

"Or I'll never," Macy said quickly.

Andrew took a deep breath. He stretched out his hand. Macy noticed his fingers which then touched her cheek gently.

Macy could have pushed Andrew's hand away from her face. But for some reason, her body didn't react to anything. She just sat quietly, staring at the man who was still caressing her cheek gently.

Oh, she never got this kind of affection. Not even from Ken.

But why does she like it? And why does the man treat her like this? How did they come to a situation like this? Does Andrew like it? Has the man ever liked one of his editors before?

And other questions appeared one by one in Macy's head.

"Don't think too hard," Andrew muttered.

She exhaled. Oh, she forgot that the man seems to be able to read what's on her mind.

"Maybe you should stop reading my mind."

Andrew smiled faintly. "I don't read your mind. It's just that you always have that kind of expression when you're thinking too hard. One of my habits as a writer, I always observe every expression of the people around me."

"Whatever," said Macy.

This time, Andrew smiled broadly. Macy stared at him for a moment, before she asked again.

"Do you like me?"

"Of course."

"It's not just about liking me. I mean, liking well... you know."