Accidental Love

9.Close Quarters

　　I followed Yaron into the dorm room.

　　He grabbed a clean hoodie from his closet and tossed it to me. "The bathroom's over there."

　　He was tall, so his hoodie looked oversized on me. It reached almost to my knees, like a dress.

　　After showering, I just threw on the hoodie and walked out with bare legs.

　　Yaron glanced at me, then quickly averted his gaze.

　　I walked past Shawn's bed and sat down on his.

　　Water dripped from my wet hair, quickly dampening the sheets.

　　The scent of Yaron's shampoo and shower gel clung to me.

　　The small space was filled with the same aroma, creating an unspoken, quietly burgeoning intimacy.

　　Yaron grabbed his pack of cigarettes and coughed lightly.

　　"I'm going for a smoke."

　　He went out to the balcony.

　　Curiosity got the better of me, and I looked around Yaron's side of the room.

　　His bedsheets and duvet were light grey and spotlessly clean.

　　His desk held a computer and some books, everything neatly arranged.

　　I was about to take a closer look at the items on his desk when my phone suddenly rang.

　　Shawn's name flashed on the screen.

　　I didn't answer.

　　He quickly called again, and it seemed like he wouldn't stop.

　　I simply silenced my phone and tossed it back into my bag.

　　"Yaron."

　　I called out towards the balcony.

　　He turned around quickly and walked back in, putting out his cigarette.

　　"What's wrong?"

　　I was sitting on the bed, so I had to tilt my head up to look at him.

　　Yaron met my gaze for two seconds, then looked away.

　　But I noticed that his ears seemed a bit red.

　　"I wet your bedsheets. How are you going to sleep tonight?"