Could I, Lily, really be the kind of girl who lets her desires run wild?
Yes, I am.
Before my brain could catch up, my body had already made its choice. When I found myself standing at Andrew's door, reality hit me like a ton of bricks.
He had called me over in the dead of night, half-naked, with the curtains wide open.
What is he thinking?
I stood there, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. Is he some kind of twisted exhibitionist? Has he summoned me here to satisfy his strange cravings?
A cold sweat trickled down my back, and my feet instinctively began to retreat.
Just then, the heavy door swung open.
Andrew stood there, bare-chested, his muscles defined.
Without his glasses, he looked different—more alluring, radiating the fresh scent of a shower, completely shedding the facade of the charming professor I had seen earlier.
He seemed taken aback for a moment, but then his surprise melted into a smile. "So, you actually came to check it out?"
I barely registered his words. My gaze was glued to his abs.
Oh my God, forgive me.
I hadn't been in a man's embrace in twenty-six years, hadn't kissed anyone in ages, and the last time I'd even brushed against a guy was when the delivery guy accidentally touched my hand while handing over my food.
I had played by the rules for so long; this was my reward.
Just as I was getting lost in the fantasy of Andrew's perfect physique, my earlier wild imaginings of a thrilling mystery plot faded away.
Leaning casually against the doorframe, Andrew tossed me a piece of paper. "Hey, what's up?"
I blinked, confused.
He pointed to my face. "You've got some blood on your nose…"
"Seriously?" I felt my cheeks flush.
"Yeah, it's about to drip into your mouth." He handed me a bag of dried dates, too.
I felt like I was dreaming.
In my dream, Andrew stood half-naked, grinning at me, beckoning me with a finger.
"Come here."
Just as I was about to touch his abs, music started playing in my ears.
"You're getting married, and I'm not the groom…"
I jolted awake, realizing there was no handsome man, no Andrew with those chiseled abs. Just my phone was vibrating on the nightstand, displaying a call from "The Food Thief."
"Hello?"
"Lily!" Rick's voice crackled with urgency on the other end. "Where are you? Why aren't you in class yet?!"
"Class?"
It took me a moment to piece together the chaos of yesterday.
Nothing much had happened, really.