I bit my lip and ran over to wrap my arms tightly around his waist.
Tonight, I had deliberately chosen a thin lace-trimmed slip dress that perfectly highlighted my figure.
When our skin touched, Thomas seemed to freeze, and I slowly spoke words that stunned him even more.
"Thomas, I lobe you."
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Only the sound of our intertwined heartbeats filled the air, creating an awkward and tense atmosphere.
I don't know how long it was before Thomas pushed me away, "Nina, don't joke like that."
The indifference and indifference in his eyes stung me deeply.
"I'm not joking."
"Ask yourself honestly, don't you like me at all?"
"Nina." He interrupted me in a deep voice.
I looked at him in surprise, my fingers instinctively digging into my palms.
Thomas raised his hand to rub his forehead, seemingly contemplating how to handle this troublesome situation.
"It's late. Go back to your room and rest."
At that moment, the courage I had mustered collapsed.
Shame and resentment engulfed me.
The nearly transparent lace dress made me feel like a clown.
"I hate you, Thomas!"
After saying that, I ran out of the room, biting my lip hard.
I decided never to talk to him again.