I Time-Traveled Back to the Day He Confessed to Me
Language: en
The boy sat with one leg crossed over the other, leaning lazily against the back of the leather sofa, a freshly lit cigarette trapped between his fingers. His gaze drifted carelessly around the room before finally settling on a dark corner. "Her, then." In the dead silence of the room, his voice was neither loud nor quiet, sounding utterly frivolous. "Hey. I like you."