Of Pillows and Pampering

The weather in Boston is quite comfortable these days. It's about twenty degrees every day. This time of year is Alma's favorite time of the year. Recently, she is preparing documents to return to the UK, just waiting for her master's degree to be sent back. It was really fast, Alma came here when she was eighteen years old, now it is seven years later.

The weather is comfortable, so now Alma is only wearing a crop top, a pair of shorts and a thin chiffon shirt. She tied her hair in a ponytail to look very active. Today she returned home from a short trip. She will be back in the UK in a few days, so Alma wants to go around Massachusetts. Came back today to clean things up. She had already given this task to Damian before she left. This person also wants to go back to England with her but doesn't know if he can clean up any more.

She and Damian have known each other for three years. On her twenty-two birthday, she met her boy.

In the past, there was always a story in the business school about a valedictorian named Damian Scott. This person heard the name but did not see the person. Everyone knows that's the name of the valedictorian, succeeding in surpassing Alma Smith in his sophomore year, few people know his face. Because this person lives too secretively. Unlike Alma, wherever she went, someone would follow her and say 'she's that runner-up'.

The day Alma met Damian was a snowy day in January. At that time, it was cold to death, and Alma had menstrual cramps. At that time, her master's thesis tortured her to stay at school until late at night. When we returned, it was snowing. Nearby there was also a guy in a shirt standing against the wall in a dark corner, his mouth still moving, one hand raised, probably calling. Late at night still wearing a white shirt, Alma thought it was a ghost, not a person.

She sat hunched over in her chair, boredly looking out, clutching her stomach with both hands. The phone had no battery left, so she couldn't call someone to take it home. The other man slowly walked over, the student ID card around his neck swinging back and forth. Alma glanced over, staring at the red student ID card.

Name: Damian Scott

Specialization: Business

Alma quickly returned her gaze to the man's beautiful face. Those deep blue eyes that few people have, yet belong to this Scott. Alma's eyes rolled around, it turned out that the valedictorian cum person who had been riding her neck for years was this guy. But if she was still here right now, she would probably be doing a master's thesis like her.

Alma was busy thinking when Damian had already walked up to her.

A shadow fell over Alma's head, causing her to raise her eyes.

Wow really high.

''Are you also doing your master's thesis? Take this shirt to avoid the cold.”

Really low voice.

As soon as Alma thought about it, a leather jacket, lined with fur inside, was thrown on her. Alma glanced at the shirt, thinking that this person's aesthetic eyes were poor, but thanked him for a moment and then put it on her body. She sneaked a glance at the person next to her. Under this weather, he only wore a shirt and a sweater. But there's something very nice looking.

They were silent, one leaning against the wall, the other sitting on a chair. Not much warm, but at least still better than before. Alma struggled for several minutes, finally opening her mouth.

“Hey, do you have a way to go home?”

Alma's voice seems hoarse, rather low, so Damian had to lower his head. A few strands of his hair covered the top of Alma's head. For a second, her heart skipped a beat.

''What did you say?''

''Do you have any way to go home? Can I come with you?”