57...Kiss me...

CLAIRE.

I opened my eyelids slowly and reluctantly. I sat up sluggishly, scanning the room, expecting to see Ryan standing in front of the mirror, trying to button up his shirt hurriedly, and cussing out someone's mother on the phone, but there was nothing like that. The room is so peaceful.

I rubbed a palm over my face, sighing deeply as I did. I feel like my bones are weak today. I rolled on the bed and sighted a note on the bedside table, picking it up, I read;

'The gym'.

I huffed. Even in a note, Ryan still sounds very arrogant, he couldn't even write a simple 'good morning' before anything else.

The laziness I felt minutes ago disappeared as I decided to go meet him at the gym. My body and mind is so eager to see his handsome face.

For the past few days, it happened that he's the first person I see when I wake up and the last before I sleep, It's a bit weird today isn't the same.

The thought of gyming with him today gives an exciting feeling, it's like the way you feel when