His soft hum vibrates through the space between us, the quiet chuckle he lets out against my earlobe sending a shiver down my spine. His voice is low, dangerous, as he leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin.
"You can keep lying to yourself...
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Song :For the First Time | Mac DeMarco
𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 • 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐘
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I could sleep here and feel at complete ease.
One eye pops open. Morgan is still staring at me. Never mind.
I roll mine and sit up from the couch, the leather creaking under me as the illusion of peace shatters.
Of course he'd ruin this.
The chaperones funnel the class inside, voices echoing off the polished marble floors. My attention snaps to the plush grand couch in the center of the lobby- it's more comfortable than my bed back home.
I sink into it a little further, despite Morgan's looming presence.
Miss Callahan's voice slices through the room. "Listen up!"
Her shrill tone sucks the volume from our surroundings. A hush spreads like a fog.
"I'm reading room arrangements," she says. "Now is the time to be quiet and listen!"
I nudge Kaia with my knee, whispering, "You think we're paired?"
She shrugs, twisting the rings on her fingers. "No idea, girl."
The names start rolling out. "Trevor and Shantel!" The twins bounce up, matching grins and dramatic flair on full display. "Harrison and Nico!" My head snaps toward Harrison.
He looks stunned, jaw slightly slack. Nico elbows him with a smug grin and he stumbles forward.
Didn't see that duo coming.
And then-
"Morgan and Alexandra."
My name hits the air like a slap. I blink, frozen.
Miss Callahan dangles a key between two fingers like it's cursed. "Here," she calls, tone clipped.
No.
I stand and stalk over. "Are you sure that's correct?" I tilt my head, keeping my tone polite-ish.
Her expression tightens. "Yes, and it's not changing."
I cross my arms. "There must've been some mistake-"
Before I can finish, a hand snatches the keys. Morgan.
He's beside me now, tall and broad and entirely too smug. His fingers wrap around the key like it was made for him. His glare lands heavy on me, like I'm the one who arranged this mess.
Cunt.
I clamp my jaw shut, pressure building behind my tongue as I swallow back the fire. "Thank you," I say, sugary sweet. "So much."
