It's my first time sharing a room with someone other than my family, and even more awkward, there was only one bed and one duvet. I kept wondering how the arrangements would happen.
He had offered me a short and a plain shirt, but I politely rejected them, claiming to be comfortable in my outfit. Yes, that was a half-lie.
In all honesty, I'd love to take off the denim short, but nevertheless, it's manageable. Since if we happened to be sharing the bed, then I would need to have my shorts on.
While I stood by the other side of the bed, I waited for him to discuss the sleeping arrangement but instead, he lay on the bed and patted the other side for me.
My thumbs were fumbling around my nails while my brain and subconscious were blathering, overthinking how the night would go.
I can't
