untold desire || weston koury

chapter forty four

savannah's pov 

done. 

well, pretty much done. 

jasmine and i have worked hard the past week on decorating the apartment, and it's really feeling like home now. her constant support and our continuous momentum to complete the space has made me feel so much better. 

of course there are those nights, late nights, when i start to overthink and hover my finger over weston's number... 

but if i keep myself busy i don't have to think about him! 

"whatd'ya think?" jasmine asks, placing her hands on her hips. 

i look around at the freshly painted walls, new posters, room decor... and smile. "i think it looks perfect."

jasmine nudges my side with her elbow. "yeah, we killed it."

"for sure."

we stride over to the couch and sit down, basking in the glory of young adulthood. weston would be proud of me right now. he always loved seeing me be happy about things, so he definitely would have enjoyed- oh my god. 

he invades all of my thoughts all the time, even when i do things that have nothing to do with him. i should be proud of myself right now, not thinking about how weston would be proud of me.

am i insane?

"so, you ready for classes tomorrow?" jasmine turns to face me, leaning her arm on the back of the couch.

i nod. "i'm excited. it'll be nice to have a routine again."

"agree," she says. 

the two of us gaze around the apartment for a few moments, still admiring our dedication to this project. after a little bit, we continue talking about which courses we've decided to take and what are schedules will be like tomorrow. 

"oh shit, it's 10:30," jasmine says with wide eyes, looking down at her phone. 

i hadn't even realized how much time had passed. "damn, and you've got that 8 am class too, right?"

she stands up and stretches. "yup."

"still don't get why you chose that, but okay," i mumble just loud enough for her to hear. she laughs. 

"it's because i'm a morning person, whereas i know you're not."

i laugh. "you know me well."

she returns the laugh and closes the door to the bathroom. i smooth down the blanket hanging off the side of the couch and adjust a few pillows out of nervous habit. slowly, i walk to the kitchen and fill up a glass of water and make my way to my newly decorated room, setting the glass on my nightstand. 

i respond to a few tiktoks kalynn tagged me in while i wait for jasmine to finish up in the bathroom. after a few minutes, i hear her footsteps outside my room.

"bathroom is open, goodnight!" she says through the tiny crevice in the door opening. 

"goodnight!" i reply, and she closes it. 

i change into comfier clothes and walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. afterwards, i slide under my comforter and let my eyes flutter shut as i fall into a deep sleep before school starts up again.

weston's pov

it's been a week since we broke up, and my feelings for her haven't subsided at all.