𝘛𝘌𝘔𝘗𝘛𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕, c. diggory

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥

This chapter contains the following:
- mature scenes
- cockblocking
- tw : mentions of blood

[talkative chap]

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A cold hand trailed down her arm, waking up to the morning sun. The fresh morning air filling her nose. Adriana's eyes fluttered open to see Theo rubbing her arm. She smiled lazily and sat up.

"Morning." Theo smiled.

"Good morning." She replied, stretching her arms out. Adriana was surprised he ended up staying. I was drunk, she thought, We had sex and he still stayed— hold it.

Drunk sex.

"I got extra toothbrushes in the— at the bottom of my bathroom sink." Adriana said, closing her eyes and laying back down.

"I found them." he said, "I've been up for about two hours."

Adriana hummed in response and got off the bed, walking towards her bathroom. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, Theo watching her the whole time.

"What?" she asked, taking down her hair from a bun.

"I wanted to ask you," he began to speak, walking towards her, "You were aware of what we were doing last night, right?"

Adriana nodded and turned around before sitting on the vanity top next to the sink. Theo walked over to her and placed his hands on her thighs, trailing them up to the hem of her bottoms.

"So it wouldn't hurt to do it again," he whispered as he began to kiss her jawline, "Would it?"

—

"Cedric! Come down, you have a visitor!"

Fuck, he muttered, "Coming."

Cedric got up from his bed and went straight to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and fixing his hair. He then walked out and put on a shirt and changing his sweats.

Who could possibly be here to see me?

Cedric walked down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. He could hear his father walking around downstairs, "I'll be back later, I'm going to the market."

"But you went the other day—"

"I forgot something!" his father yelled before leaving through the back door.

Strange.

The knocking from the front door grew louder and louder. Who could be so eager to see him?

Or maybe they were just angry?

Cedric unlocked the door and opened it, "What do you need— Laila?!"

She smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder, "Is she here?" Laila asked.

Cedric was hesitant, but shook his head.

He knew who she was talking about.

"No."

"Good." she sighed. Laila pulled Cedric down and crashed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. He gripped her waist and furrowed his brows,

You're not her.

You're not her.

You're not her.

Cedric pushed Laila off him, "Why are you here?"

"Because she isn't—"

"You're the reason she isn't here!"