Merit’s pov
Today marks the third day of my stay at Adrian’s house, yet the attention I anticipated has eluded me. Despite my attempts to catch his eye by revealing more of myself, his responses have been lukewarm. Each time he catches a glimpse, all I receive is,
“Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t know you were dressing up,” before he quickly exits. Does he have any feelings for me at all? His actions don't show it. No sweet words, no hint of emotional care. What should I do?
I sat on my bed that morning after a shower, wrapped in just a towel, feeling his absence keenly. Despite his lack of physical contact, my infatuation with him grows. This infatuation soared when his mother hinted that he fancies me. He is undeniably handsome. Yesterday, I made sure we took a photo together, a picture I now gaze at and kiss before sleep.
As a new day dawns, I yearn to accompany him wherever he goes. Tired of his early departures and late returns, I ponder how to join him without raising suspicio
