𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽

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I lifted my comforter up to my pillows

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I lifted my comforter up to my pillows.

Tom spent the night.

Sort of.

He let me lay my head on his chest and we just talked for a few hours until we drifted off, he left before my siblings could wake up. My mom and dad both leave for work pretty early in the morning.

It was sweet though, he woke up before me and then I woke up as he was putting his clothes back on—not because anything like that happened, but because of the fact boys have the need to sleep damn near naked every night. It's beyond me, but oh well.

Then he gave me two kisses.

On the cheek.

And left the way he came.

I can't believe I turned him down, especially since the stuff I share with the girls... is definitely less PG than a stupid make-out session, but I was too nervous.

He makes me nervous.

Like an excessive amount of nervous.

I miss him already th—

"What's up!?" My brother burst through my bedroom and my shoulders stiffened at the sound of his voice.

I turned around. "Just cleaning, have you made breakfast? I'm hungry."

"Well, aw shucks then because I already ate what I made. Gotta plan better sis." He didn't make move to leave my bedroom.

What does he want?

Omar creeped in further, awareness dawning on him.

"Why does it smell like a boy in here?"

I could feel my heart rate quicken by the second as he walked up to me, grabbing me by my stiff shoulders—not so gently either.

"You smell like a fucking boy, who was here last night? Tell me." He seethed.

I played it off as nothing.

"Cali got Johnny Depp's cologne, what's it called? Sauvage? I guess I might have went a little overboard." I shrugged, stepping out of his harsh grip.

"It doesn't smell like Dior—"

"You're too poor to afford Dior, how would you know?" I intercepted.

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