Perfect RomCom Couple

Chapter 7- Good night.

"Are you serious? You came all the way from your house just to give me these chocolates?" I asked him, disbelief clear in my voice.

He just nodded, looking down.

"Are you blushing?" I teased, noticing his cheeks turning red.

He didn't say anything, just scratched the back of his head.

I smiled at his silliness and immediately pulled him inside my room, locking the balcony door behind us.

When I turned around, I saw him admiring my room.

While he was busy taking in the details, I made myself comfortable on my bed, sitting cross-legged as I started eating the chocolates.

"I really like what you've done with your room," he complimented, but I only gave him a smile, too engrossed in my chocolates to reply.

As I put a piece of chocolate in my mouth, a soft moan of pleasure escaped my lips.

"Too soon for that, baby," he teased.

The moment I realized what I had just done in front of him, I blushed hard.

Embarrassed, I quickly pulled my blanket over my face.

I heard him laugh.

Then I heard his footsteps.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked out from under the blanket.

He was sitting in front of me, so close that there was barely any distance between us.

"Why did you keep cutting my calls?" he asked, and I suddenly remembered what he had said earlier.

Anger flared up instantly.

I turned my head away, refusing to look at him.

"Go do that something special for that someone. Why are you here?" I spat, my words laced with irritation.

He gently held my chin and turned my face back toward him.

But I closed my eyes, unwilling to meet his gaze.

"Aahana, look at me," he said softly.

It was as if his voice had a hypnotic effect on me.

I immediately opened my eyes and looked directly into his.

"I'm with my special one right now," he said, not breaking eye contact.

Realizing what he meant, I blushed deeply and playfully smacked his shoulder.

"You're crazy, you know that, right?" I asked him.

He smiled.

"Only for you," he said sincerely.

I blushed even harder and had to bite my lip to stop myself from blushing more.

"Ugh, don't do that, please," he groaned.

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"That biting your lip thing—it's driving my hormones crazy," he confessed.

And I blushed again.

Ugh, what is this guy doing to me?

Until two days ago, I hardly ever blushed, and now, in just two days, I've blushed so much my cheeks actually hurt.

"You look cute when you blush," he said.

"But only if it's for me," he added.

"Possessive much?" I teased him.