Nothing happened. Elijah called a plumber who fixed the water pipes that night. He then went home late at night with his sulked face. We parted awkwardly and I overthought that whole night thinking I did something wrong. I didn’t do anything right? Not until he came inside the bathroom.

“Ugh,” I groaned when I woke up. Sunday is supposed to be the day where I woke up with lots of sleep. But now, my head hurts because of thinking the whole night.  Still can’t believe it. Am I just ...