I went to the hotel, and as I put my feet on the soft carpet in the hallway, the old memories began to flash through my mind like a movie.
My entanglement with him began when I stepped through the door.
The door opened, and Frade appeared in front of me. He was wearing a dark blue shirt, and the top button was untied to his chest to reveal strong muscles. He leaned against the door, a glass of orange liquid in one hand.
“Come in.”
I walked into the room under his direct gaze. As the door closed, I suddenly felt a strange heat behind me, like a centipede climbing up my spine. I stood at the window and was afraid to turn around, because I was afraid to see the blazing heat in his green eyes.
“Sit down.” His voice was less than three steps behind me. I took a deep breath and tried to hold back some of the panic.
His face always makes me inexplicably nervous. My body's blood cannot help but want to boil when hearing his voice.
“Please sit,” he said.
