Realizing this, I had an answer deep down in my heart, yet I wasn't willing to admit it. I was not sure if it was due to the almost familial bond of many years or my confusion about this thing called love.
I was not sure of my feelings.
He noticed my continued silence and leaned closer, staring straight at me. Before I could react, his nose was almost touching mine. I quickly moved back, but he pulled me close by the waist.
I was wearing a light dress. His hand, warm with body heat, held my waist as he pulled me forward. My eyes bore into his, and his breath assailed my face.
"Since you're not satisfied with any of them, how about you take their place?" he said.
His words echoed in my ears as I went back to the dormitory. I almost fled, distinctly hearing the laughter of the guys beside him. As I ran, I glanced back at him.
Bathed in the sun, the young man was dazzling.
I was not sure what he meant and wondered if he was trying to get back at me. He had even learned to do such things. It couldn't possibly mean what I thought it meant. Maybe it was all my wishful thinking.
As I was lost in my thoughts, my roommates returned. They saw me in a daze and came over to ask me what had happened.