Finally his apartment is ready and I offered help to help him move into his new abode. Along with his brother we traveled about 5 times to and fro from his old room to the new place just to transfer all his stuff. (He has more pairs of shoes than my mum and sis both added up!) It was pleasant spending the afternoon with him, more so when his brother left in the evening, leaving just us two trying to figure out how to assemble some pieces of furniture we bought earlier. There were teases here and there as we talked and joked but at times there are moments which were very silent. I wished I could just pour my heart out but I held back. I wished I could hug him but I feared that he wouldn't want to hug back. I could also sense that he was checking me out head to toe when I wasn't looking, probably as much as I realised he is way hotter now. Ah, the sexual tension. We cleaned and sorted the place in the evening until I got a call which left me no choice but to leave. I told him I needed to go and he instantly offered to walk me out to my car but my stupid brain decided to think otherwise and told my mouth to utter words that rejected his offer.

'It's okay. I can go down myself. See you again.'

And that was it. I wanted to give him a hug but before I had the guts to do so, the elevator's door opened, I walked into it, saw him turn his back and walked away as the elevator's door closes.