As I was looking at interracial love in the making, I had drifted off into my thoughts, so I didn’t notice that Lord Edward, the prince, had come again and was about to take my Swedish Princess with him.
First we were on the sofa together, then we ended up in my bed, making my Swedish roommate wish he had never made it possible for the two of us to meet.
I was confused. It had all been so casual. Even after weeks of not sharpening my game, I seemed to have it. In fact, it was better than ever before. I didn’t even have to do anything, think about what to say, or how I would make it happen. All I had to do was be there and be myself, and magically we ended up in bed.
Was it possible that a girl could actually like me for introverted myself, and not the image I was constantly trying to convey? Read More