Once he's out of sight, I turn my attention to the piece of cloth in my hand. As I look at it more carefully, I realize it's black lingerie not just any black lingerie but the most sexy one in my collection.
Heat rushes to my cheeks.
Oh my god.
Of all the things he pick this…. why this? My grip tightens on the delicate fabric as I stare at the door he just walked out of, mortified. Did he know what it was? Did he look?
I bury my face in my hands for a second, feeling my face burn and groaning softly into the towel.
"Why, Lord? Why does it have to be me?" I mutter while picking up my clothes and packing them into the suitcase.
This morning just got ten times more embarrassing.
After a while, I'm dressed and my clothes are packed neatly in the suitcase. I open the door and see him on the sofa, sipping his coffee. I quietly walk toward him but he looks up from his phone and meets my eyes. Then he puts his hand out, signaling me to sit beside him.
I sit quietly beside him. Finally, I get a chance to look at him carefully. Yesterday, I was drunk, and this morning, I was embarrassing.
He has tousled black hair that looks perfectly messy, like he just steps out of a magazine shoot without even trying. His hazel eyes shift with the light sometimes green, sometimes gold making them impossible to look away from. Tall and broad-shouldered, his body is lean but strong, the kind you notice even through a simple hoodie.
There's something about him calm, confident, but with an edge that keeps you guessing. He doesn't need to say much to fill the room; his quiet presence pulls you in, making it hard not to wonder what's behind those unreadable eyes.
When I look at him, a mix of curiosity and something deeper stirs inside me. As I was in my own world.
"You said you have something to say," he says, handing me a sandwich.
"I don't know how to say this without sounding pathetic," I begin, eyes fixed on the table "But… we're kind of screwed."
He didn't respond, but I can feel his attention settle more intently on me.
"We weren't just stranded last night," I continue. "When we checked our accounts in the morning, we realized our savings mine and Saoirse's were wiped out. Our exes didn't just leave us… they took everything."
Silence.
I look up. He doesn't flinch or look away.
"We thought that our boyfriend would propose to us. That why sell our everything to come to this city for our better future, but this happened." I say feel more embarrassed now, they have help us a lot and again I am asking him.
Still, he says nothing.
"And I know," I rush to add, "you've already done so much. You don't even know us. But I don't have anyone else here. Not one person. I swear I'm not trying to guilt you—I just…"
My voice broke slightly. I hate how small I sounded.