But then, my phone buzzed with a voice message, "You wouldn't want your brother to flunk, would you?"
Fine, I get it. The phrase "Hell hath no fury like a man scorned" should be passed around.
I accepted his friend request and headed to the kitchen for a drink.
The kitchen window faced the opposite building.
As I casually glanced out, my heart nearly stopped.
Andrew was on the same floor, wrapped in a towel, standing in his living room, showing off the same chiseled abs I'd seen the night before.
Nosebleed alert!
Damn it, who doesn't close the curtains when they're at home in their underwear?
That was what I was thinking, but my eyes had other ideas.
They were glued to him, completely honest about my interest.
I guess I've shown my hand—I'm a bit of a perv.
Meanwhile, I noticed Andrew was busy tapping away at his phone.
My phone buzzed. It was a WhatsApp message from Andrew.
The first message read: [Stop staring.]
What? Did he catch me being a creep?
The second message followed: [Come over.]
If I'm not mistaken, he's inviting me to his place?
I replied: [Come over to your place? It's late, just the two of us. What for?]
He quickly shot back: [I'll whip up something special for you.]