"I can see your love for me whenever you glance at me even though you think that I'm not looking, but you should know this, sunflower... I'm always looking at you."
...
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you think you're doing?" I ask, looking at Ayan whose t-shirt is lifted mid-air, accentuating his set of abs when I step out of the washroom.
"I was feeling hot, so I thought-"
"The air conditioner is set at 20!! How can you feel hot?!"
"I was-"
"Do you have no shame?!" I shriek, sitting closer to him. I pull his shirt down, and he tenses up when my thumb comes in contact with his skin. I pretend that I didn't just notice that.
"You want me to be ashamed of my body?" He raises an eyebrow questionably before his lips are lifting up in a smirk. "Why should I be ashamed of something you appreciate thoroughly?" Then, in the blink of an eye, he strips off his shirt.
