DON'T YOU LOVE ME TOO?

PARIS

After he hugged me, Brad offered me a seat and asked if I was hungry and I told him no. How could I afford to eat at such a time? My mind was a mess and I felt like I was imagining everything.

The fact that I was in Brad's house and he had hugged me seemed too good to be true to me.

"I'll quickly take my bath," Brad said and went into his bedroom.

There weren't many items of furniture in the living room, only a table and the chair I was sitting on. Was I going to sleep on the floor? It wouldn't be the first time though, so I didn't mind. I believed Brad had already done so much for me by offering me his place to pass the night.

He came out of his bedroom wearing only his boxers. I closed my eyes the moment I saw him but he laughed, "Come on, Paris, stop being so shy. I've already told you, I am your boyfriend so there's no need for us to hide anything from each other. Come inside."

"Your bedroom?" I asked.

"Where else would I be speaking about?" He asked back. "Or do you intend