37 — I love you.

S E L E N A

“I’m in front of your apartment. Come out.” the call dropped as soon as the person said.

My grip on my phone tightened as I rushed up to the window and peered down at the blurry image of a man resting against a car outside the gate. My heart was pounding in my chest as I rushed out of my room and raced downstairs only to meet Christopher, taking a nap on the couch.

As carefully as I could, I tiptoed to the front door and slowly opened the door so the sound wouldn't wake him up.

Getting outside, the cold night breeze against my skin was what made me realise I was clad in just my nightwear.

I sucked in a sharp breath as my phone started buzzing and I peeped at the caller ID to see that it was the same unsaved that called me out.

“What the heck does this man want?” I groaned as I picked up the call and pressed it to my ear.

I got to the gate and stretched my hand to open it. “Pedro, what do you want?” I half-yelled.

“You. I want you.” he groaned out. I felt my breath hitch