White Sheets | ✓

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  Allen found himself plopped down on his bed and staring at his phone. He stayed in that position the moment he closed the door right after he saw her out.

  Grunting, Allen deleted the previous text and typed in a new one. I love you, it said. And he wanted to say other cheesy, romantic things to her, but he couldn't do it. He knew that she only wanted to have a fūck buddy in the first place, and that she didn't do romatic shït.

  Well, at first, that was the only thing he wanted from her, too. Sēx. With long waves of dark hair, eyes the color of hazel, and that stunning smile of hers. Not to mention her smoking hot body. Honestly, he didn't expect to want something more with her.

  But it wasn't hard to fall for a girl like Jean—she had the looks, the body, the brains, and the personality. To him, she was the whole package already. He wanted her all to himself.

  Allen deleted his previous text and decided to write a new one. He wanted to come up with something that didn't sound too clingy, but still had a hint of saying i love you.

  His forehead creased as he punched in a bunch of phrases, which later became sentences, then deleted them all again, and when he thought he was finished, he frowned inwardly. All he got to type was, I love you, Jean.

  Allen threw his head back and landed deeper into his pillow, his left arm covering face while the other was outstretched and holding his phone, the message still not deleted nor sent to Jean. And then it vibrated. Of course, it was her.

  U know the works, Jean's text read.

  Nodding to himself, he already knew what she meant. When they were in either one's apartment, they were free to talk to each other, free to be all touchy and lovey-dovey, but when they were outside, Jean made the rule that they were to treat each other like strangers. No talking, no eye contact, no anything.

  Before, he wasn't bothered or worried about that rule at all. But now, he wanted to revoke that stupid rule.

  Yeah, i know, he sent to her, sighing deeply.

  And then, he deleted their short conversation and closed his eyes.

  Allen didn't really mind it at first. To him, it meant that he was free to flirt with other girls and the fact that Jean was doing the same thing when they were in the outside world, well, he wasn't really bothered anyway.

  Not until six months ago. That's how long he'd been keeping his secret from her. He loved her. If Jean found out about it, she'd flip and leave him immediately, that's for sure.