“You… you are back?" I mumbled, not maintaining eye contact with him.

“I came back like ten to fifteen minutes ago," he replied.

What! Ten minutes ago and I wasn't even aware when he entered the room. Looking at him, it seems that he has already taken his bath. Was I that lost? 

I think he loves sleeping with his upper body bare. I feel so shy to look at him.

“What music are you listening to?" He asked. 

I bite my inner cheek. I'm listening to his music but I can't tell him, I'm too shy to do so. One name of a song popped into my mind, it...