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The Guardian's Oath
墨書 Inktalez
I met a guy at the gym. He is handsome and tall, the typical heartthrob. We often play tennis together at the gym, and we both know each other's skills well; most of the time, we end up in a tie. I know he isn't giving it his all. He is the first guy I've wanted to get close to since that incident. I mustered up the courage to add him on WeChat. At first, we only asked each other when we would play tennis again. Later, we chatted about everything under the sun. I found that I always had endless things to say to him.
On the day of the anniversary celebration event at the gym, we drank together. I don't handle alcohol well; after two beers, I felt a bit dizzy. He supported me and said, "Let me take you home." I instinctively pushed him away. Ever since that incident, I have had a great fear of physical contact with the opposite sex, even if it's with a guy I like. He frowned and said, "I can't feel at ease with you like this." I looked up at him, and his dark pupils were filled with concern. For some reason, I nodded. With his help, I got into the car. This was my first time having physical contact with a guy.
Once we got home, I held his hand and said, "Why don't you stay over tonight?" He paused for a moment and blushed, saying, "I... won't have time to change clothes."
I looked at him pleadingly.
He softened: "Alright."
I slept on the bed while he took the sofa.
That night, I slept unusually soundly.
In the morning, I woke up to find him still asleep.
He was in deep slumber, breathing evenly, looking completely defenseless.
I tiptoed over to him and gently poked his eyelashes with my fingertip.
He showed no reaction.
I stared at his handsome face and suddenly felt an impulse.
I leaned down and kissed his forehead.
He woke up, staring at me blankly, his face turning bright red.
After a moment, he stammered, "I will take responsibility for you."
I laughed, "How will you be responsible?"
He said seriously, "I will treat you well for a lifetime."
We still played basketball together on weekends.
Every time we finished playing, he would come over with a towel and water.
"Quick, wipe off your sweat."
He offered me the towel.
I politely refused, "I'll do it myself."
His hand paused in mid-air for a moment, feeling a bit awkward before he finally pulled it back.
I secretly watched him; his hair was damp with sweat,
his face flushed, and aside from his furrowed brow, I couldn't read any other emotions.
After dinner, he wanted to hold my hand for a walk.
I shook my head. "I'm not used to being touched by others."
He was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, I'll try not to touch you."
We walked side by side, with about a centimeter of space between us.
As we passed a dense thicket, a large dog suddenly jumped out.
I screamed in fright and clutched his shirt tightly.
He quickly shielded me behind him and shouted, "Whose dog is this? Hurry and leash it!"
The dog's owner rushed over and put a leash on the large dog.
He turned around and gently reassured me, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
I looked at him gratefully and whispered a thank you.
A few days later, I received a call from the real estate agent.
"Ms. Zhou, the price for your property was already agreed upon and ready to close, but the other party suddenly backed out and said they no longer want to buy."
The agent's voice was filled with regret.
"It's fine; buying and selling is free."
I replied calmly.
"Are you really selling the house?" Ma Gang asked me.
I nodded and said, "It's been listed with the agent for several years, but it just won't sell."
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