Page 47 of A World Apart

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Me

too much?

Joon

did I come on too strong? You didn’t answer.

[Sent 07:30]

Sudden realisation had me crooning, ‘aww’, out loud.

“What, ‘aww’?” Becka popped her head around my door, making me squeal and grab for my fallen towel.

“Babes, I’ve seen it all before,” she waved my modesty away, “what’s so cute?”

Fixing my towel back around myself, I thrust the phone at her, and then immediately felt weird for sharing a personal text exchange. Which was weird in itself, as Becka and I always compared notes.

“Awww,” she crooned, passing me back the phone, “he thinks he’s being sexually aggressive,” she pressed a hand to her heart.

“I know, right? I think they’re just a lot more reserved in Korea. That probably is sexually aggressive to him,” I pondered aloud.

“You could really freak him out and tell him you’re a virgin, really make him feel like a corrupting influence,” she laughed.

I snorted and waved her back out of my room so I could get dressed without an audience.

I still hadn’t told her about the kiss last night. I wanted to keep it to myself for a while longer, at least until after he was gone. Dissecting it felt too much like making the illusion a reality and right now, I wanted to live in the dream.

Me

sorry, I was in the shower, that’s why I didn’t reply.

I had started to really appreciate how upfront he was. There was no ambiguity, no game play. It was… unexpected.

Joon

and now I feel super needy lol

[Sent 07:36]

Me

if it helps, I feel like that most of the time

Joon

it helps.

[Sent 07:37]

I pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a white shirt, the outfit I’d decided on during my shower that would work best for what I was thinking we could do.

I had just finished blow-drying my hair when Becka shouted through my closed door that she was going to work. I shouted back that I’d see her later and started on my makeup, my usual blend of very minimal products.

Ten minutes later, I was ready.

Me

I think I know what we can do today.

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