My Meandering Romance

9

Jeez! How could I get the wrong person again?

Looking carefully, I found that Ralph's and Wayne's pajamas still had a subtle difference.

Subconsciously, I turned around and tried to run away when I noticed that Wayne had dropped his cigarette and stepped towards me. But the more flustered I was, the more I couldn't open the balcony.

The footsteps were getting closer, and someone grabbed my shoulder.

My back was forced to lean against a broad chest, and I could feel the hot temperature of the person behind me through the clothes.

Then, Wayne turned my body around and forced me to face him. He clenched my wrist with his rough palm and questioned with a low and shocking voice, "What did you say?"

I wanted to get rid of his hand, but I couldn't be stronger than a man who practiced boxing every day.

So, I could only deny it in panic and stammered, "I-I was just joking with your brother..."

Wayne still held my hand. He squinted dangerously and added, "By making fun of me?"