But Ihavehurt you, I am actually reading your most secret private thoughts and still looking you in the eye every single day. But again, he cannot know that.
“Would you forgive me if I was horrible to you someday?” I swallowed hard. “If I did something unforgivable.”
He stared at me then as if I hadn’t a clue what on earth was coming out of my own mouth. He just smiled shaking his head, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth. But I couldn’t.
The elevator dinged, cutting through the moment before I could process his words.
“God Wyn.” I sighed glancing up at him dreamily.
“What is it?”
“You’re being serious aren’t you?” I teared up, “You really do…you see me differently?”
“Yes, which is what I’ve been trying to tell you this entire time Soh. But right now let’s not concern ourselves with matters of the heart let’s get you to bed yeah?” He placed a hand on my cheek.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
When we reached my door, I fumbled with my keys, dropping them twice before Wynter gently pried them out of my hand and when he did I caught a glimpse of a jagged scar on his elbow, it had faded a little bit but it was still very much visible. I hadn’t noticed it before, maybe because he’d never let me this close before.
“What happened here—”
“Nothing, I’ve got it,” he said, unlocking the door with unpracticed ease.
Inside, my dorm felt impossibly small with him there. He helped me kick off my heels, his touch careful as he set them neatly by the door.
“Do youalwaysorganize other people’s shoes?” I asked, swaying slightly as I leaned against the couch.
“Only when they’re stumbling around drunk,” he said, steering me toward my bed.
I flopped down onto the covers, staring at the ceiling. “You’re like… a very responsible black cat. Or maybe a dad.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A dad? Not for the next few years I’ll avoid pregnancy at the peak of my career as long as I can, although for future reference that isflattering.”
“Ahotdad,” I corrected, closing my eyes. “A total DILF.”
“What does that mean?” He questioned and I pressed my fingertip to his chin.
“Daddy I’d like to fu–”
Wynter made a choking noise, and I cracked one eye open to see his ears go pink. “You need water,” he said quickly, escaping to the kitchenette.
When he returned with a glass, I sat up slowly, taking it from him with both hands. “Why are you always so nice to me, it makes me feel all….gooey inside you know?”
“I think it’s part of the contract your brother gave me to be your friend against my will,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Look after Yesoh. Don’t let her make any terrible life decisions.”
I poked his arm. “You’re contractually obligated to take care of me? That’s so romantic. You’re like my bodyguard. Oh my God are we in a slow-burn college romance like in the books from Barnes and Noble?”
“A what?” He perplexed,
“Nevermind clearly this isn’t a safe space for that…”
“Drink the water, Yesoh,” he said, but there was a warmth in his voice.
Halfway through the glass, I paused, squinting at him. “Do you think my nose is weird?”
“What?” He stared at me like I’d just asked him to solve a math problem in French.
“My nose. Is it weird? It’s kind of round and wide.”
