─────── you got me down on my knees
it's getting harder to breathe out . . .
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𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 . . .
𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 has always been
a player at heart, but this finally
changes when he falls for
𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞...
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🎱. . .CHAPTER 51 ! ----- ( real life . . . messages . . . ) ❛ i didn't expect this ❜
ᵣₑₐₗ ₗᵢfₑ !
When mikayla's eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the light peeking through the curtains she's immediately greeted by the sight of chris' heaving chest, a look of pure confusion takes over her face. she notices how his hands are wrapped around her waist while her hands hang loosely on the collar of his shirt. the only thing she's thinking of is how comfortable she is and how she doesn't want to move.
mikayla looks up at chris' face, noticing how peaceful he looks. his nose is twitching slightly, while his eyelashes are fluttering. chris is snoring, quietly though, and the vision only brings her back to the happier memories of them during the beginning of their fake relationship.
she feels the rays of sunshine peeking through his blinds hitting her skin, followed by a pounding headache. mikayla's barely sure on how she got here in the first place and her mind is racing with many thoughts, one being the fact that she probably didn't tell nate where she went last night. most of last night is a blur, though she does remember a random girl helping her as well as chris then calling an uber.
the feeling of a fluffy material against her skin casts a warm smile on her face, looking down and realizing that she's wearing one of her favorite hoodies that chris owns. she's wondering how and why exactly she's in his arms, but his touch is comforting so she isn't totally complaining.
mikayla doesn't want to wake chris up, but she needs to text nate and the rest of her friends, however her legs feel like jelly and she genuinely cannot build up the effort. that is until she hears the door creak and she immediately shoots up.
the open door reveals matt, his gaze glued to his phone until he looks up. mikayla doesn't know what to do, so she chooses to roll away from chris as a reflex, falling and ending up on the floor. "OW—" she calls out from the floor, her hair falling all over her face.
a simple and quiet 'oh' is the only thing that leaves matt's mouth as he glances between the girl on the floor as well as his brother, who's unsurprisingly still asleep.
mikayla recovers quickly, leaning and propping her body up with her hands. she peeks over the bed, noticing how matt's still there with a crease between his eyebrows. she watches as his eyes flicker between chris, then mikayla, and they quietly stare at each other, the only noise being chris snoring.
"we were gonna go get mcdonald's breakfast, i didn't expect.." his hand lifts up and he waves it around the direction of the bed. "i didn't expect this," he finishes his sentence, just a little quieter.
