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Once again, I ate this meal with a heavy heart.
Of course, I was also filled with embarrassment and confusion.
Because William really did want to marry me–he wasn’t just lusting after my body, but after my heart too.
But I didn’t like him that way.
I’d only ever felt friendship toward him since we were kids.
Love needs that spark of novelty to ignite romantic feelings.
William and I knew each other too well–any novelty had long since faded. It was like my left hand looking at my right hand, utterly familiar.
I felt nothing romantic toward him.
Should I reject him?
But William had never actually said he liked me, and he didn’t even know that I knew about his wet dreams featuring me.
How could I bring it up?
What if he flat–out denied it? Not only would I be embarrassed, but I’d also come across as delusional or narcissistic.
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It might even create a rift in our friendship.
I fell into deep thought, feeling quite troubled.
Why did he even like me?
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Was it because I used to pull down his pants as a kid, insisting on being a little pervert and checking out his lower half?
Or was it because when his parents were fighting viciously during their divorce, I ran upstairs and took his hand?
Maybe it was because of that time when we were little and he gave me something to eat that nearly choked me to death, and he cried so hard afterward.
Actually, that was probably the last time I ever saw him cry.
So why did he like me?
I remained somewhat dazed all the way back to the dorm.
William walked quietly beside me, and only when we were about to part ways did he ask, “Kayla, what’s been going on with you lately? Did something happen, or did I do something to piss you off? Tell me, and we’ll figure it out together.”
William dropped his usual lazy demeanor and looked at me seriously.
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In that moment, I really wanted to blurt out everything about being able to see people’s wet dream targets.
But the words died on my lips.
I couldn’t say it.
If I did, it would shatter the balance of our friendship.
So I forced a fake smile: “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just tired and want to sleep.”
Seeing that I wasn’t saying more, William didn’t press further.
He just stared at me.
I glanced at his forehead again and guiltily headed toward the dorm.
“Bye, see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
But when I turned the corner going upstairs and glanced back, I found William still standing there.
He was watching me go up.
From that distance, I couldn’t make out his expression, but I
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could still see my name on his forehead.
Over the next few days, my name remained constantly on William’s forehead, unwavering.
My name had gotten even bigger!
The font was large and bold, downright alarming.
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I could hardly imagine how intense his wet dreams must be.
At first, I felt pretty awkward about it, and our interactions felt strained and uncomfortable.
I drastically reduced our usual playful banter and roughhousing.
I don’t know if William noticed, but he remained his usual lazy self.
He’d either tease me, mess around with me, or take me to try some newly opened restaurants,
Before long, I gradually got used to it.
It was just a wet dream, after all–no big deal, and it wasn’t actually harming me.
He wasn’t saying anything, probably because he didn’t want to cross the friendship boundary either. Maybe he found it
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annoying too.
So I wouldn’t say anything, and he wouldn’t say anything.
We could still hold hands and be friends for life.
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I comforted myself with this thought, and my mood immediately improved.
I returned to our usual love–hate dynamic with William, just needing to work hard at ignoring the name on his forehead.
Until a few days later, when Sabrina Cooper from the
neighboring dorm came to find me again, once more begging me to invite William to her birthday party.
Looking at Sabrina’s shy, bashful eyes, I said awkwardly, “I’ll try my best.”
When I met up with William for another meal, I carefully invited him again.
I was afraid he’d get angry like last time,
After hearing me out, William asked in a flat tone, “Why do you insist I go?”
I laughed dryly: “So you can meet some girls, you know? Making more friends is good for your health.”
