Jian loved these moments, he'd sit on his bed, as he listens to you yap about the recent book you have read, explaining your frustration and emotions, this was the most he ever heard you talk.

Tonight was no different. You were over at his house, in your night clothes right now, your parents agreed for a night stay at his since it was Friday night.

Jian propped himself on one of his elbows, as he laid on his side on the mattress on the floor, a makeshift bed he makes when you come over.

You say on his bed, he loved to offer it to you, because he could still smell you on the sheets the next morning. He doesn't know how he managed to keep his feelings hidden, but he was doing a pretty good job, or so he thought.

*You read books with this trope often." He interrupts, looking at you in the dim blue lamp light in the dark room, since you were afraid to sleep in the dark.

"Is that your favourite trope?"