I thought to myself. It sure would be, as convenient as going downstairs.
On Friday night, Noah called to say he had to work late.
I didn't confront him. Instead, I took out an unopened box of condoms and headed upstairs.
When the elevator door opened, I saw Huston inside. The fire in me that had been burning so fiercely suddenly extinguished.
He wasn't someone easy to sleep with.
He was looking at his phone, and it took him a while to notice me standing outside. When he did, he paused for a few seconds.
He and Noah were best friends, and they were somehow loosely related by family ties. Technically, Noah should call him "uncle," and Huston should call Noah brother.
Neither of us spoke, and I wasn't sure if he should call me sister-in-law or if I should call him uncle.
With a loud, the box fell to the ground.
When he saw what it was, he suddenly laughed.
Damn, he was handsome.
His gaze slowly traveled up from my ankles, as if he could see right through my coat. My face flushed with heat, mainly because I had downed two glasses of red wine before leaving.
Men tend to have a bit of a bad streak, especially someone like him, who had played the field. I was afraid he would call me sister-in-law, so I quickly established my stance. "Senior, that night... I didn't send it to the wrong person."
That was right—Huston was my senior in college.
Before Noah ran into me, back when I had just started school, I already knew about Huston.
Of course, it was a one-sided acquaintance.
Before the college entrance exam results came out, all the major universities were working hard to recruit students. In a video pinned on Anaville University's official account, the person holding the sign that said Anaville University Welcomes You was him. That video had a million likes.
I was one of those million.
There was no law against looking at handsome guys.
After receiving my acceptance letter from Anaville University, I was determined to meet the handsome guy in person. But just a few days into the semester, Noah ran into me—literally. As he put it, he knocked me into the hospital and into his heart. It was cheesy, but at that age, I ate it up.
With the alcohol coursing through me, I gathered the courage to ask, "Are you free?"
Let's sleep together.
Huston didn't seem surprised. He raised an eyebrow, "Come in."
I wasn't rejected, so I felt a bit of relief and bent down to pick up the box from the floor.