"I-I DON'T... know him," I said as I sat in my bed, being exhausted even if I didn't do anything that would make me stressed. I didn't even know why I was stuttering when I said that. I hate my mouth. "Anyway, love, I should go now. I am really exhausted at this point," I added as I tried to stretch my whole body.
I wish I could stretch my brain as well. It feels like I've been overusing it even if I don't have any work at the moment.
"Why? Do you want me to go there?" he asked. There was a hint of weariness in his voice.
"Of course, I'd love to," I replied as I looked at my nails. "But I don't want you to get tired anymore, okay? I will be fine here. Don't worry. You should rest and focus on your work tomorrow, okay?"
It's true that I'd love it if he went home, but I can't imagine th
