Who We Aren't (SLOW UPDATE)

Chapter 6

Hope you enjoy! Thank you for all your support and your patience on this story. I'm finding this a delicate story since its main focus is romance rather than facing bad guys and what not. It's her journey in falling in love with all the boys and it's something new to write for me. I don't normally focus on pure romance. I like bad guys, like fighting and shootings and trying to solve mysteries but all that is secondary in this story. I'm enjoying this challenge so far so please be patient with me and any input you have I would gladly hear!

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**| Sang's POV |**

I shifted in my car, nervous. It had only been about three days since the last time I saw Sean and a part of me was beginning to think I imagined the whole thing up. But then he was free and I was free and now we were going to be free together.

As boyfriend and girlfriend.

I blinked as a smile spread across my face despite the sweaty palms and accelerated heartbeat.

Boyfriend.

I still couldn't stop thinking it. Or whispering it. Or saying it. Or screaming it—into my pillow, of course.

I stared up at his apartment building, taking in the floors that went up and up, reminded of the time I spent at his place on Thursday night. He was so perfect and considerate. I loved that he told me we would go at my pace.

Now to just figure out what that pace was because half the time I wanted to push him down and kiss him silly and the other half I wanted to run away, the little girl in me screaming that men were bad and I needed to stay away.

But Sean wasn't bad. Not even close. He was perfect. But then again, no one was perfect. Something had to be wrong with him. He was so young, handsome, smart, and wonderful. Someone should have snatched him up by now.

Maybe he had extra toes or always checked himself out in the mirror to make sure his wonderful hair was perfectly curly and soft. Maybe he liked to belch just for the hell of it. I thought about our first date. Nope. He was perfect.

Then maybe he had a crazy ex-girlfriend who murdered all his current girlfriends after some hardcore stalking. If that was the case, then it was okay. I could handle that. I was trained to handle that.

A soft knock made me jump and I turned with wide eyes to see the man who was beginning to consume my every thought leaning to look through the window.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice muffled through the glass, his expression concerned.

Shoot. He probably thought I was flaking out on him.

I gave him a weak smile and nodded, grabbing my purse. When he stepped back, I cracked opened the door. He grabbed it and opened it the rest of the way for me before holding out a hand to help me out of the car.

He was a gentleman. Definitely not a turnoff.

"Ready to come in?" he asked, not even asking why I was hiding out in his parking lot.

I nodded. "Sorry, just nervous, I guess."

"You have nothing to be nervous about, Pookie." He hooked my arm through his and led me inside. We used the elevator to go up to his apartment where his table was set with food already waiting, soft music playing in the background and a board game set in the middle.

"Please tell me you didn't cook?" I asked, eyeing the contents on the table. He had out Chinese food and the board game was Scramble. He was truthful when he said he wanted to have a game night with me.