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led him to a hotel and handed him a towel. “You go shower first. I’m just stepping out for a bit.”
Cole suddenly flared up, pinning me against the wall, refusing to let me leave. “Where are you going this time, big sister? How long are you going to leave me here, alone, again?”
I sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to buy some clothes. Both of us are soaking wet; we’ll catch a cold.”
He made me confirm it several times. Finally, I had to leave my ID with him as collateral before he’d let me go.
When I returned, he had already showered. I handed him the clean clothes, but he frowned. “A T–shirt?”
“Just wear it for now. It’s practical.”
He hesitated for a moment, then tossed the clothes aside. “You go wash up. I’ll have someone deliver some clothes.”
Was he… avoiding my clothes? A wave of disappointment washed over me.
When I emerged from the shower, I saw Cole already changed into long sleeves and pants, asleep on the sofa. The clothes I’d bought were still untouched. “Aren’t you hot?” I asked, my mood sour.
“The AC is on,” he mumbled, turning to face the wall. “Go to sleep.”
The next morning, the sofa was already empty. I had no appetite for breakfast, so I packed my things and went to check out.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” the front desk clerk said, “it seems your boyfriend paid for the room two hours ago.”
“Huh? Did he say anything?”
“He left you a note.”
The clerk handed me a sticky note. It read: “Urgent company matter. See you around.”
…He grew up. And he was absolutely not adorable anymore.
