“You’re done already? Is this all you own?” I asked him.
“I don’t have much,” he replied.
That was the first time he’d ever spoken to me. His voice, which should’ve been cool and distant, came out soft and almost syrupy.
He kept his eyes lowered, walking behind me like a stray that had been abandoned too many times.
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I brought Ben home with me.
The moment we stepped inside, I immediately pushed him into the bathroom.
“Take a good shower. Look at your hair.”
I reached out and ruffled his hair. Thankfully, it wasn’t too greasy. I kind of envied people who could go days without washing their hair and still not have it turn oily.
But Ben just stood there, helplessly staring at me.
His gaze was so pure and innocent that it made me feel like I was at fault no matter what happened between us.
I sighed and waved him on.
“Look at this switch. Turn it on, and the water will come out… Turn it to the left for hot water, and right for cold. You can tell the difference, right?”
Finally, I got him into the bathroom. As I sank into the couch, I could hear the sound of running water.
It felt like I had just bought myself a whole lot of trouble.
He showered quickly, probably because he’d already cleaned up earlier. There weren’t any major issues, just that he flooded the bathroom with water. It was like a mini pool there.
When he opened the door, though…
His face was surprisingly handsome. If it weren’t for his lack of intelligence, I bet girls would line up from my house to Selena’s just to get his attention.
I admired him carefully—his jawline, collarbone, abs… and then I stopped myself.
“Where are your clothes?!”
