42. BOYFRIEND?

A FEW YEARS AGO

Because it was raining.

Because she needed space.

Because she thought that's what happened next, or she thought it was high time she did things as others did. Whatever reason she gave to herself, nothing kept her at ease.

"Stop fidgeting, Ayla. I won't eat you."

He took her hand in his hands and walked to the bedroom. As always, his flat was a complete mess, a clean mess, she would add, because things were out of order but never dirty.

To go inside his apartment along with Mason is one thing and to go along with Jay is another. She still had no idea how she put herself in that position- following a man to his after kissing for god knows how many minutes.

His bedroom was an exception. There's no spot in there. The king-sized bed, the grey curtains, the walk-in closet, and a mini couch. It looked like it was never touched. Then she realized that he never really use his bedroom. He always works in the second bedroom which he made into a mini-of