𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡?

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When I got home I hopped in the bath tub. I don't know why. I don't really like baths because having to sit in a tub naked for a while doesn't really appeal to me. I just don't like my body much. Yet here I was in the tub, scrubbing myself profusely.

I don't know why I was scrubbing so hard either. It's not like I was that dirty. All Jin and I did was kiss and touch. Surface level things. Whenever I go back to that moment in the car, I can't help but think of William. The way he looked at my body. Was that why I was scrubbing so hard? To clean that look off? It was just so gross. So fucking gross and hot.

God, William. I wonder what he looks like in the bath.

I quickly shook my head.
What the hell me?

My body slumped, an effect of the indecision that the man put in my head. I had never felt this way about someone. Especially someone like him. I barely know the man yet whenever I think of him and his husky voice and stupidly handsome appearance; I lose myself.

I know I like Jin. I don't know about the word 'love'. I have never loved anyone, or at least I don't think I have. I like William too, well sometimes. Not right now though. I can't. I can only like one person right now, that's how things are. And didn't William just lose his wife? He's also weird. God. Just so damn odd and weird. Yet he lights me on fire and I want him to like me for some fucking reason.

I need to stop thinking so much. I looked over at the clock, it was now 4. I had to have fucking dinner with William in about 4 hours.

Goddamn it. I just know it's going to be awkward.

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"Y/N! Honey!" My mom's voice echoed throughout my house.

I made my way downstairs, all ready for my dinner meeting. I refuse to think of this as a date or anything personal or fucking romantic now.

"What's up?"

"Sweetie, there's some guy at the door for you." Her arms were crossed against her chest and her eyes questioned me.

"He's tall and has an accent?"

She nodded. "Y/N where are you going with him at this time?"

Jeez. The last thing I needed was my mom babysitting me now.

"We're going to dinner. Don't worry mom, it's a work thing."

She scrutinized me seemingly for forever until she finally blinked, looking away.

"Don't come home too late, okay?" She kissed my forehead and I was now on my way.

I opened my front door and there the bastard was. He was sitting on my front step, smoking a cigarette. The pale moonlight and light from my house illuminating his head of hair.

He turned, and gave me a smile as he looked me up and down.

I couldn't help but glower. The way he was looking at me was a reminder of how disgustingly his hungry eyes trailed over me in my vulnerability.

"What's souring your mood, dear?"

You.

"Nothing. Just a little hungry I guess," I shrugged my shoulders. Remember, this is a work thing, so it's not like you can completely blow this Y/N.

"Well, you're in luck darling. I got us a reservation at Dorsia," He stood up, now towering over me with his stupid charming smile.

"Isn't it really hard to get a reservation there?"

"Not for me it isn't dear, come on now," He offered the hand that wore his wedding band to me.

Reluctantly I took it. Hopefully he didn't notice.