As what I've said. We're now here inside my room. It feels new and awkward. The walls was filled with so many pictures of me and I forgot to remove it. God!
I blushed as I scan how embarrassing my room is..
But thanks to my bright window that It doesn't look dark here.
He looked around and used his two hands to support his weight on my bed. I bit my lip as my eyes locked on his beautiful biceps. God! How can someone's biceps be this hot?
I waved my hand to produce some air on my face. Why is it so hot right now? Let me check my air conditioner..
"So, what are we gonna talk about?" He asked.
I swallowed hard and turn my eyes at him.The need to listen was written on his face and it's making me feel pressured more!
I reached for my computer chair and sat on it before looking at him. The way he give his full attention to me, it's making me cringe and conscious with every move I make.
When is the last time that I put my make up?
