Chapter Thirty Five

“Sorry, my… room’s small,” I said the moment we entered my dorm room, my hands doing these weird and random hand gestures. It was small—yet enough for a midget like me, but it looked smaller than it already was with Enrique—thank God the ceiling was high enough—though he could just probably reach for it without even standing on his toes. “Just… feel at home.”

He chuckled, “Don’t feel shy around me, Kath.”

I pouted, “I wasn’t!” I protested, but it felt like I was walking on eggshells with him inside my room. It wasn’t the first time I had someone here, but he was the first guy. I was just grateful nobody saw us running pathetically or I’d probably be on the headlines again.

“Coffee?”

He smiled.

I couldn’t help but watch him through my peripheral vision as he checks out the room—thank God, again, for Mila and Sophie fo