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 :Saturn | SZA 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 • 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐘 ••••••••••••
For the first time in my life, I felt grateful I was too broke to go on vacations growing up.
Because whatever the hell this weekend was supposed to be? I'd had enough.
The second I heard the words road trip and Morgan in the same sentence, I was out of the room like my ass was on fire.
I didn't walk — I evacuated. There could've been cartoon smoke behind me for all I cared.
If Kaia had called my name, I didn't hear it. The bass from the lobby music vibrated through the floorboards as I stormed down the hallway, fumbling with the keys to the room I shared with Morgan.
Why do I even have the key? When did I take this?
My heart thumped hard in my chest, fast and ugly. I was sweating from adrenaline, from rage, from whatever the hell was building inside me that I didn't want to name.
"Are you always this stubborn?"
God hates me.
Even if I wanted to answer him — which I didn't — I wouldn't have been able to. I was tired. Not just physically. Bone-tired. Soul-tired. Emotionally wrung out.
I couldn't hear his footsteps thanks to the carpet, but I felt him. That awful, annoying pull. That thick presence that made every nerve in me itch with warning. I tensed before he even got close.
"I must've really fucked up our friendship this time," he muttered behind me.
My face twisted like I'd just bitten into something rotten.
Friendship?
I said nothing as I stabbed the elevator button like it owed me money.
"Considering you've finally shut up," Morgan added, "that's saying something."
I didn't react. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I just stared at the elevator doors, counting my breaths like they could anchor me.
But then I felt him move closer. I could tell by the heat rolling off him, the way my body recoiled instinctively, brushing up against the wall to avoid even a brush of contact.
"What's going on in that head of yours?"
His knuckles brushed a few loose strands of hair from my face, soft, infuriatingly gentle.
"Did I break you?"
That was it.
My jaw clenched, anger curling in my gut like smoke. "Bold of you to assume you'd have that kind of impact on me." I slapped his hand away.
