30. Naive

Theodore's POV

In the soft glow of my sunlit room on Sunday afternoon, I lie upon my bed with pillows surrounding me, my gaze fixed upon the hands of the brown clock on the opposite wall above the windows, their graceful movement echoing the rhythm of time itself.

As minutes slip away, my eyes trace the delicate unending springs of the thin bewitching second hand, the movement both mesmerizing and tantalizing. The minute hand deliberately continuing it's journey towards 12, the hour hand impatient to touch 3. But then in an hour it will leave 3 and go to 4, then to 5 and 6 and 7. What a Casanova!

I wonder if Adonis lost interest already. He said he'll definitely come today, but didn't come yet.

Maybe he finally realised this is just too foolish and he is simply wasting his time. Maybe he decided to find someone else. If so, good!

But can't he just be my friend?

It was nice spending time with him. The last two days were great. Although I wasn't feeling very well physically, I was