Embracing You Tightly

The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed. He didn't speak for a long time.

I felt tormented inside. I wanted to explain more, but nothing seemed right. I could only anxiously rub the sheet in my hand.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. Next time you can't finish your homework, don't come to me."

I was on the verge of tears. I rushed over and hugged his leg.

"No way. Let's keep things separate... I'll treat you to a meal. Please forgive me!"

I wasn't doing this just for the homework.

He had said before that he didn't care how I messed around in college.

As long as I didn't get in his way, he wouldn't tell my parents about my mischief.

But if I showed up before him and annoyed him, he would mercilessly reveal my true colors to my parents.

He would show my parents how their sweet girl was causing trouble at school.

For my future happiness, I had to treat him to a meal to avoid a crisis.

"Treat me to a meal?" He raised his eyebrows, scoffing. "Do you think this can be solved with just one meal?"

Seeing him relent a little, I immediately moved from his leg to his arm and pulled him down with force.

When he sat on the bed, I eagerly massaged his shoulders and back.

I used all my tricks, speaking in my softest tone, "If one meal isn't enough, how about a month? Is that okay?"

His gaze fell on the strawberries by the bed. I seized the moment and quickly brought one to his mouth.

He opened his mouth to bite the strawberry but only ate half of it. While chewing, he commented, "The strawberry is good but too big. It's a hassle to eat."

Watching him chew slowly, I couldn't help but tease, "At the speed you eat, how much time are you wasting?"

"It's not about how much time, but about quality."

This left me speechless. After all, he had been the top student in Turner University's Computer Science department for three years. Whatever he said, I had to agree.

Thinking about my terrible grades, my jealousy made me want to get back at him.

Before feeding him the next strawberry, I took a bite, leaving him just the strawberry's bottom.

"See, now it's easier to eat."

I even came up with a righteous excuse.

I expected him to be disgusted by my saliva, but he just glanced at the remaining strawberry and calmly ate it.

I was so shocked that I stuttered, "You, you don't mind it's dirty?"

He looked at me like I was an idiot.

The collar of his gray loungewear opened a little more with his movement, revealing his beautiful collarbone.

I unconsciously swallowed.

After all, he never saw me as a woman. Why would he care about something like that?

Most importantly, I had to shut him up first.

I hugged his arm and gently shook it.

"You've already eaten the strawberry. You should forgive me, right?"

He cleared his throat lightly and turned his head away, leaving me with a smooth side profile.

"One month. Not a day less."

Finally, I managed to get Xavier to leave. I picked up my phone and read the message from the six-pack guy.

[There's a new restaurant near the school that seems nice. Wanna try it out this weekend?]

I agreed.

On Saturday night, I was fully geared up.

Wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a hat, I covered myself from head to toe. After making sure no one was around, I handed the prepared bento to Xavier.

He held the lunchbox with one hand and laughed. "Anyone who didn't know would think we're doing some kind of illegal deal."

I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses.

If someone recognized me delivering him lunch daily, how could I continue my plan?

It wouldn't be long before someone posts my name on the confession account.

The title would probably be "Some Obsessed Girl Relentlessly Chasing Turner University's Heartthrob."

Just thinking about it made me want to die of embarrassment.

Of course, I still had to act selflessly. "How could you say such things? It makes me so sad..."

"Speak properly," he said, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

I pursed my lips and shoved the bento into his hands.

"I'm just looking out for you. Wouldn't want to mess up your chances with the ladies."

He gave a wicked smile. His expression became much more animated.

"So kind? Are you sure you're not worried I'll ruin your chances?"

I let out a nervous laugh and planned to make my escape as soon as possible.

He grabbed my wrist and asked, "Where are you going? Not going to eat with me?"

Without blushing or missing a beat, I made an excuse. "I have plans today. I'll eat with you tomorrow."

He didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of my wrist. His intense gaze made it seem like he was trying to see through my sunglasses and into my soul.

For a moment, I felt a bit guilty.