𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

✰ 8 ✰

The soft, balmy sheets always caused Maeve to struggle to make her way out of bed in the morning. Even though she was not wrapped in her own duvet, she tried to ignore the obligation to go to class.

Why did Joost's bed have to be so snug and appear to be the greatest place at this time of the day?

Since their first kiss, the two had been attached by the hip, only separating when Maeve was in class or around their friends. The nirvana of their long-aware friendgroup made them chuckle, while Maeve and Joost thought they were reticent.

Days were spent either in Joost's suburban apartment, the bleak parks, or a mellow café beside the canal. Preferably not where Jeroen worked which Evie happily avoided with Joost's company. Her best friend could be very intrusive and the potential embarrassment would make her want to disappear forever.

Nighttime left the pair to themselves in their safety net, where they could do whatever they wanted without needing to worry about possible observers. Maeve and Joost loved being alone with each other. Together, they were building an unbreakable connection.

Nonetheless, Maeve's finals were in a week. She had turned in her practical assignments and was now studying for her writing exams. As gifted as she was, her workaholic mind set an embedded goal for her degree and its following graduation. Constant learning was a major factor.

Her brain had been all over the place, but with the blonde by her side, she could feel at ease. Joost supported Maeve, yet never failed to remind the girl of her mattering health. He treasured the tranquil moments of their intimacy.

Once again, Evie laid in his cushions on a chilly Wednesday morning. It would be her last class ever on campus. She did take a fancy in partaking in the last grouping, however, the international student was a little too comfortable to swing her heavy legs out of their spot on the mattress.

"Eves, I think you should get going. It's already eight-thirty", Joost reminded her whilst brushing his fingers through her hair.

His voice vibrated through his shirtless being, blanketed with Maeve's smaller figure. Nothing compared to each other's comfort.

With her eyes closed, Evie groaned quietly: "No, you're so warm! I'm skipping."

"The last day?"

"Mhm, so I don't have to lift my butt for another few hours before leaving to meet Nathan."

Joost's ears rang at the mention of his friend's name. They were in good spirits yet after figuring out their relationship he has had it rough. In complete disbelief of the odd situation, Joost looked at the Belgian differently.

A man who used the most perfect woman, in the Dutch man's eyes, without true intentions. He fumbled.

"Do you still... love him?", the blonde asked carefully, nibbling at his bottom lip.

Maeve was surprised by his worried expression added to his question.

"I don't think I ever loved him, to be honest", she truthfully stated as she looked up at him through her dark lashes,"I may have liked him, yeah. I'm not sure if I do now."

Her uncertain tone lingered for a while on Joost's heart. Its strings were tugging harshly. No matter how diffident the girl on top of him was, Joost knew what he felt towards Evie.

"So you would continue doing stuff with him?", he interrogated her further.

Maeve smirked playfully: "What is it with these questions, huh? Are you jealous?"

Though he would've loved to say yes, he went with the flow and kept her game alive. Joost rolled his eyes, tightening his grip on Maeve's waist.

"What if I was?"