Me? Me? Really? Did I fall in love with that girl? He thought about that word again. Thinking about it, he didn’t have time to contemplate his feeling and didn’t fully understand what he agreed with Joe about how he felt.After the call with Joe yesterday, he sat alone, lost in his thought, on the sofa again. He heard Celine's voice through the door. He smiled because she laughed.When had this bond so strong? All this concern and goodwill he had for her. When had all these feelings towards her gotten this strong? He thought it was almost impossible to get out of. For sure, he didn’t fall for her on the first day they met. On that first day, he even thought she was kind of annoying. And the second day didn’t get better either. That day he just wanted to help. Or was it the third day? Or the fourth day?He massaged his brows. Everything that happened was unexpected. He didn’t know if it was coincident, or her liveliness had become the only color in his miserable world.Once he knew it

It’s raining today. The sky poured down like Trevi Fountain. The weather forecast reported that it would rain all day. And that was the reason we sat together on the sofa and watched a movie. A simple activity. But a simple activity with someone significant was rather enjoyable. Celine soaked up every minute with appreciation. But she still had concern in the back of her mind. She was not someone who could completely have her feelings under control. Although Martin cheered her up, she could not go back to being her lively, energetic self again. Three days left… Time is a strange concept and a stranger to experience. Hours flowed through as if they were mere minutes. The time Celine wanted to pause here. We hadn’t talked much, but Martin loved to ask her about her childhood dreams, her university life, her favorite books, and small things about her that she never spent time talking about with any of her ex-boyfriends. Or perhaps no one cared.

The sound of birds chirping in the morning awakened Martin from his dream. He couldn’t remember much except that Celine was in it. Yes, the same woman lying next to him, holding him like a side pillow, and the same woman who told him she loved him. He couldn’t really separate his current reality from his dream—everything was so new and unexpected and wonderful. And the thought of letting go of all this struck him hard. Martin recently felt it—the weight of loneliness. Endless solitude and isolation. He had never thought of loneliness much. He thought he was independent enough and didn’t need anyone’s help. And he loved it that way—no one to meddle with his personal affairs, no family to take care of or judge his lifestyle choices, he could hang out with his friends whenever he wanted, and he could work at the work he was capable of doing. Martin enjoyed that life. Since his graduation, he has enjoyed living the life he chose. Time passed—from days to months

Celine told him the truth when she said she could drive a yacht. The fact amazed him. He enjoyed seeing her having fun with everything and taking the lead. She prepared it all; the champagne bottles in the wine cooler, the food for today; the music playlists; everything. He felt like a special guest at a private party somewhere. Not that he hadn’t been on a yacht party before. But the ones he went was much tamer—the purpose of those parties were networking and pitching ideas to either clients or executive. He was always on edge from the stress and could barely taste any champagne. But this was different; this private yacht party was just him and Celine. And it has been an adventure. Celine was the kind of person that enjoyed life and chose to live life her way. He was learning that philosophy from her. In contrast to her liveliness, he felt like an older man trying to relearn living after being in hibernation. “Alright! We have arrived.” The woman at the st

Celine was losing her mind. Still heaving heavily from the recent lovemaking, she couldn’t help but caress his bare skin, exploring the contour of his body. Martin was lean and muscular, and she loved his body. Her naughty hand traveled from his biceps to his chest to her hard six packs abs. She savored the moment. Martin had no idea she was crazy about him. He knew she loved him after her multiple confessions. But he didn’t know she was this infatuated. She was crazy about him.“Aren’t you tired?” Martin asked. His eyes were sleepy, but there was an unmistakable playful glint to them. She thought he was so sexy looking at her like that. His hair was messy and out of place, but that was because of her ruffling it in the heat of passion when he was moving inside her. Oh, my, that man, how he moved. She lost her breath, screaming as he was coming to her hard. One shouldn’t trust a quiet, nerdy boy, indeed.“After only the first round? You must be kidding.” She smiled cheekily. Celine en