My Decent Boyfriend

6

At night, all of my roommates were asleep.

Although I was in bed, I couldn't fall asleep.

I fetched my phone and searched for Gavin's name.

He was a celebrity in our city. And there was much news about him.

I saw he took part in a project and went to some undeveloped areas to provide legal assistance.

In the photo, his figure was straight and tall. Just looking at him in the photo made me feel safe.

I took out the handkerchief he gave me from under the pillow and ran my fingers over the initials.

"Gavin Smith," I murmured affectionately.

Even his name made me feel safe.

I found that text message he sent me, thought about it for a while, and then sent him a text message.

[I've washed the handkerchief. When shall I return it to you?]

It was so late, maybe he was asleep.

But tomorrow was the weekend. He should not need to work.

It was just suitable for me to give the handkerchief back.

[Just keep it.] He replied.