Chapter Twenty

I end up spending the night.

I’ve made my protest, saying that my mom would get worried and stuffs, but he just won’t listen. He basically dragged me to bed and forced me to lie down.

“At least let me change first?” I give up eventually. He can be very persuasive sometimes.

He opens his closet and grabs a random t-shirt before he throws it on me. “You can wear this.”

It’s soft, made in better fabric than my own pajamas. I am about to take off my clothes but suddenly notice him staring closely at me.

“A little privacy, perhaps?”

“A bit late for that, don’t you think?” he grins but turns away anyway.

I pull the ruined dress down and slip through his shirt, while asking him, “so how come you don’t have any feminine stuff here?”

“Because I’m a man and I won’t be needing those? Apparently?” Even his back is facing me, I can still tell he is rolling his eyes.

My temper flares. Does he really don’t know what I’m talking about or is he just playing dumb?

“I mean for your girlfriend, or partne