BPOV

"I can't believe how you're almost free during most of the weekends. I'd assume the opposite from the playboy like you," I said as we started eating after some time.

"Stop there," he said, "What exactly do you mean by I'm a playboy? Care to explain why you decided to give me that title?"

Ummm... That's an interesting question! I never really thought about it. I mean, it felt like that! It'd be interesting to find out the origin of that!

"Ummm... I don't know," I said, "It always seemed like that to me. I mean, yeah," I said as I remembered something, "You were making out with Jessica the other day. You don't even know her!"

"That was Masen, not me!" He laughed.

"Shut up!" I said as I remembered my stupidity again.

"No, but that doesn't make me a playboy. She was throwing herself on me, and I was getting bored at the party, so I was like... Why not have some fun?" He laughed shamelessly.

Suddenly I realized his laughter did some unknown things to my heart at that moment.

I found my heartbeat rate getting crazy as I noticed how his eyes completely disappeared when he laughed from his heart. He looked so good when he laughed or smiled, or actually he always looked good!

I never really paid attention before this!

I had seen him laugh gazillion times in my whole life.

Then what was so different tonight?

He took a sip off his coke and I noticed how long his neck was!

I took a sip and gulped slowly.

What was wrong with me?

Why was I objectifying him so much?

"But seriously, I'm not a playboy!" he laughed as he took a spoonful of pasta and licked his lips.

And me?

I licked my lips unconsciously in response!

What was fucking wrong with me?

Suddenly I noticed myself.

Why exactly was I wearing this worn out pair of t-shirt and shorts?

And why had I put my hair into this stupid, messy bun?

And why was I wearing the glasses? I must be looking so pathetic!

I removed my glasses, as if that's going to make any difference!

There was no way he was still going to find me attractive.

But why did I want him to find me attractive?

What was wrong with me?

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking puzzled.

No! I wanted to say.

Something was definitely wrong with me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I smiled.