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Aaliya
I took a step inside the dark room, still looking shakingly at Aden. Even in a dark room, i could feel his handsomeness.
It was the first time I've ever walked in this room since I moved here about two months ago. I've explored the entire house, let alone yard, but I have never set foot in Aden's room. Until now.
Even when he was not around, i felt like it would be invasion of privacy to just walk in his room, check out whatever, and walk out. After all, i still have my 'box of memories' in the corner of my room, and if he were to walk in without my knowledge, automatically I'm going to assume that he went through it.
So if he had any 'secret boxes' in his room, obviously he would think I went through it if he were to catch me.
But now, with him here, i take a proud step in.
Just as I was boasting, reality hit me in the face and i remembered the tension in this house. Still looking at him, i cleared my throat.
"Mind if I switch the lights on?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes so I could see his room.
"Done." He flicked the switch and the lights turned on.
"Wow." I whispered like a little kid.
All this time i thought my room was big and beautiful, but this room looks ... magnificent.
It's simple and subtle.
It's a huge, white room.
Almost everything in the room is white. Including the piano at the corner.
"You have a beautiful room," i said.
"Thanks."
"And it's neat and cosy," i chuckled, "it's actually homely. I expected some shoes lying on the floor, shirts, you know..."
"Hard luck." He faked a smile.
"Can I sit?" I pointed towards his bed, straightening my face.
"Yeah sure," he said with the 'I couldn't care less' tone, as he just stood there.
"I missed you today," i said. Honestly.
He sighed, "I wanted some air... and besides, i had all the entertainment I needed." He shrugged.
"Right..." I nodded awkwardly.
There was an awkward moment if silence.
"Okay, what do you want?" He asked, sounding annoyed.
"What else could I want?" I asked.
"I don't know. You're quite unsure of what you want lately, so how am I supposed to know?"
"I know what I want."
"What is it?"
"I wanna sleep with you." I whispered.
I couldn't believe I actually said that.
"What?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, i said that."
"Why?"
"Cause you slept with me last night. And..." I paused, "I was cold."
He laughed, "okay then."
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