I began to run to the door, and saw a man looking so exhausted.
Much to my surprise, it was Don Lemon!
"Uh, please have a seat," I said as I walked him into the table.
Our eyes met for a while, like he was piercing through me. I tried to look away but his dark eyes were so beautiful I can't take it!
I decided to go back to the table, much to my embarrassment and Bri and Anderson's curiosity. I shrugged it off and went upstairs to my room.
It was so relaxing to be here. My walls are painted pale blue, and you could almost see every shade of blue everywhere, from the bed to the side table to what I read to even the walk-in closet, which has all the ingredients for a beautiful storage space: lots and lots of shoes, dresses, t-shirts, jeans, blouses, slacks...you name it. I decided to go to the bathroom and pamper myself. In my bathroom, I have a jacuzzi and a bathtub just a few meters away from it, a shower, a toilet, a lavatory, and everything else you could find in a bathroom. I find it weird for anyone who hates having double bathtubs for hygiene. There were times when I would bring people there to bond with, and that's the reason why I have a jacuzzi and a bathtub.
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[C] In Your Arms
FanficNOTE: This is very different from my Lightyears series, because this is...well...what I would imagine if I work alongside him. I was just a fan. Watching his reports on TV, following his social media accounts...I was just a typical fangirl back the...