Carsel Han

The romantic dinner went successful. We are now lounging on the couch room in my penthouse, relaxing but instead, I am dumbfounded and in disbelief.

"You think I'm... Gay?" I asked and she nodded. I understand now why she's comfortable with me. Why she don't mind whenever I'm being clingy to her.

"Oh. Oh god," I mumble, laughing out loud, covering my face with one hand. I'm fucking in love with her and here she is, thinking I'm gay.