My Dear, He is Dangerous and CharmingChapter 1 A Tall and Handsome College Boy
The tall, handsome college guy stood before me, freshly showered and brimming with youthful energy.
I, exhausted and worn out, looked at him and said, “You’re in college now, and your sister still expects me to look after you?”
I didn’t even get that kind of care when I went through a breakup.
As I scrutinized him, Eason Morris’s handsome face showed a flicker of discomfort.
"I twisted my ankle these past few days, so it’s been a bit of a hassle. My sister said… since you’re close to campus, if it’s too much trouble, I can find somewhere else..."
He tried to limp towards the door, stumbling slightly.
Seeing him like this, I felt I couldn’t just turn him away, especially with a guy like him around.
"Forget it, just stay here. But as you can see, it’s a studio apartment, so you’ll have to sleep on the couch. How tall are you?"
From my observation, he was easily a head taller than me.
Eason replied, "Six foot two inches."
Tall and well-built, that was my first impression of him.
"Viola."
"Hmm?"
Eason looked awkwardly at my hand still resting on his arm.
When I pulled my hand away, it felt a bit warm. I tried to stay composed and said, "Don’t be so formal. Since I’m friends with your sister, you should call me 'sister.' Anyway, the couch is about six foot three inches long, so it should fit you just fine. I’m tired, so I’m going to..."
"I brought some drinks. I heard you’re going through a breakup. How about we have a drink together?" Eason seemed to brush off my attempt at formality.
I thought to myself.
If it weren’t for Demi Allen asking me to look after her brother, I would have been heading out for drinks anyway. His offer was perfect timing.
After drinking too much, I found myself sitting on the carpet, ranting about my ex for being a closeted gay who had deceived me.
"He acted so perfectly when he was chasing me, good morning, good night, bringing me food every day. And now he’s with his roommate. Am I just that blind? How did I not realize he was gay?"
I wasn’t done venting by myself. I dragged him into it too.
"Why aren’t you saying anything? You should be cursing him with me!"
"You’re drunk."
In my hazy state, I heard someone speaking in my ear, making it itch.
Maybe I really was too drunk. When I tried to get up, my head felt heavy and light at the same time, and I ended up collapsing against him.