This Guy Is Somewhat Sweet

my face as he spoke, crea

't help but ski

ith his arms crossed, smiling and watching

splashed up, scaring me so much that I

over to check on me, his brow furrow

egg in the pan had turn

ng my forehead with his index finger,

here like

udged me to the sofa, and winked with

he dishes. Watching him busy in the kitchen, I couldn

s so into it that I didn't notice when Bryan came

e you in the morning?" he asked, sou

ons and also concerned about my teammates in the ga

me. "Aren't girls supposed to like playing the game like 'League of

relaxed me instantly. I blurted out, "I

ked up at me, "You're quite som

bit spee

not what

in myself even i

the entire afternoon pl

f the afternoon, he was effortlessly outplayi

ening, as I was packing to return to the dorm, K

at

ow was I supposed to whip

n had prepared a wh

king at his handsome face, I was drooling

that?" He looked up and met my

t, "I heard it's your birthday today, but I did

ips were suddenly covered b

rt seemed to stop, an

on my lips disappeared, and Bryan was looking a

letely ove

t was r

e falling

food, I fled Bryan's house,

's house again because I neither took any photos of th

yn's plans were quit

ourth, fifth... weekends,

the illusion that Bryan was abo

hen I saw a woman a