Autumn's POV

"I agree!"

My lips parted when I heard his response. The constrained voice was evident but he agreed nonetheless, making it even more awkward for me. It was so obvious that he's very much willing to give this a try and here I am laying terms and conditions when already paid for everything. I'm starting to feel so bad about it especially since he didn't really give any other terms except for ensuring that no visitors should be allowed unless it was informed advance, which I immediately agreed because I wouldn't want to wake up and see any stranger coming over. Not to judge but I am someone who also values privacy. I have lived in a very conservative environment and living with a guy is a huge adjustment for me.

"Are you sure you're not adding anything? I mean, I'm starting to really feel so bad about this. Will this really work?" I clasped my hands together and reached for my chest. This is eating my conscience and I am starting to see how he really looked so exhausted. Then I remembered how he abruptly woke up because of what just happened.

"Oh, sorry! You know what? You can take a rest. You're probably still sleepy and I know I disrupt your sleep. I'm really really so-"

"Hey," He cut me off. I saw him scratching the back of his head. He avoided my gaze and that made me pout a little.

Is he mad at me? I can't help but think. I'm not used to communicating with people. I grew up with so much luxury that my parents have been very particular with those people I associate myself with, so I have so little interaction with people.

A released a long sigh and that made my insides feel heavier.

"It's all good. You can use the other room and I'll stay in mine. Problem solved," he released a sheepish grin and for some reason, I felt a little weird seeing it. But it's not the creepy kind of weird thing. I swear it's something weird but I can't seem to point out what it is.

I shake my head and just smile before nodding. He then went inside his room and that's the only time I was able to breathe properly. God, why does he feels so intimidating?

And in all honesty, I was having a hard time accepting the fact that he's gay. I mean, if Tokyo sees him, I can bet my whole makeup kit that Tokyo can easily forget about her little love lust over Simon. The man was drop-dead gorgeous! He has that deep-set hazel brown eyes that look like he's piercing through someone's soul! And his lips? Oh God, they were so plump, like someone had bitten them because it looks red, redder than mine. His prominent nose and well-defined jaws would make any girl swoon. I wiped the invisible sweat forming on my forehead as I remember seeing him naked earlier.

Jesus Christ.

He's such a good catch so knowing his sexual preference kinda disappoints me a little.

"C'mon, Autumn, you can't possibly have a crush on the man," I lowly whispered to myself.

"I'm sorry?"

"Woah!" I almost screamed in shock when I heard his voice. He was standing by his door, his brows furrowing while watching me.

Did he hear what I just said?

"This is yours, right?" My eyes landed on the towel hanging on his hands. My cheeks turned beet red the moment I remember how it was the only piece of a garment covering my body earlier.

"Y-yes, thanks!" I exclaimed before racing towards his direction. I grabbed the towel in his hand and quickly bowed to him before turning my back. I heard the sound of his door closing and that made me breathe.

My hand reaches for my chest. Gosh, my heart was beating so fast! Is this how my life would be in the coming days?

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to brush off the weird feeling I have in me.

"I need to make this work," I whispered to myself before heading to my room.

The following days had been so awkward for both of us. Whenever we see each other, I always end up avoiding his gaze and he was doing the same. The fact that he had already seen me almost naked, him being gay doesn't change anything. It was too shocking for me and the memories of it still send shivers to my body.

In just a matter of one week, I was able to pick quite a few details about him. One, he is older than me. I saw his ID because he had shown it the first time we talked about our terms and I realized he was four years older. It seems like he's no longer studying and is a writer. I often see him focused on his laptop and he always has that small notebook beside him and a parker pen he seemed to adore a lot because I always see him cleaning the exterior of the pen including its case. Or maybe he's just that particular with his belongings.

Another is that he loves drinking hot chocolate. One afternoon, I found a huge container of hot chocolate powder in the kitchen that says, "Choco baby". It was so adorable, written on a pink post-it note.

Additionally, he doesn't like unorganized, dirty and unpleasant environments. Because I lived all my life with maids surrounding me, I wasn't that familiar with doing the households. And that's one of my major struggles. I had to call Tokyo every time I need help with something but I came home the next day with the place very clean and squeaky.

I was able to find a side job in a cafe just a few blocks across the street. I took the afternoon shift since most of my classes were in the morning. And I don't have work during weekends. I got to know another worker, Caitlin. She talks like Tokyo and doesn't really filter what she says but that's why I like her.

I was punched in the door code and went inside the house. However, I almost got the biggest scare of my life when the bathroom door suddenly burst open revealing my housemate. There shouldn't be a problem. Of course, he needs to use the restroom.

But then seeing him with just a towel wrapped around his body, and beads of water still dripping on his body, his wet disheveled hair, the red marks forming in his skin probably due to the cold water, it was a sight to see.

Our eyes met and I saw how his eyes widened. He immediately covered his upper body and I was quick enough to close my hands and cover it with my hands.

"I'm-I'm sorry! Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

Just how many times am I going to apologize to this man? And more importantly, why do I feel like I'm kind of happy I saw his body again?

Oh God, Autumn, calm your hormones, please!