Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
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The sudden pound on the door rips me out of sleep so violently my heart launches straight into my throat.
Wanda's warmth wrapped around me. Her arm heavy across my waist as she claimed the spot in her sleep. The steady rhythm of her breathing against the back of my neck.
Last night comes rushing back in pieces. The takeout cartons scattered on my nightstand, a movie playing quietly until neither of us were watching anymore, her fingers tracing lazy circles along my spine as sleep dragged us under.
Sleeping next to Wanda, it's a sensation I could get addicted to... or already am.
Another pound, harder and impatient, shakes the door. I jolt upright, sleep fleeing instantly. The clock reads 3:03 a.m.
"What the—"
I start to climb out of bed, but Wanda moves faster than I expect. Her hand slides to my arm, firm, warm, and unmistakably possessive as she presses me back into the mattress. Back into her.
"Would you listen to me if I told you not to answer it?" she mutters in my ear, the question low and edged. But she doesn't wait for me to answer. "Just... don't answer it. Stay with me."
I blink at her, disoriented. "Wanda, what do you mean? Someone is—"
Her expression makes me pause. It's calm. Too calm.
Not startled. Not alarmed. Controlled.
Her jaw is tight. Her shoulders tense beneath the blanket. She isn't afraid. She's irritated.
Who would she not be concerned about at three in the morning?
Another knock. Louder. Insistent.
And suddenly, my stomach drops.
Before I can stop myself, I slip out of Wanda's hold. Her fingers brush my wrist in one last attempt to keep me with her. The touch lingers on my skin, warm and wanting, but the pounding at the door won't let my heart settle. My chest tightens, pulse skittering anxiously.
I rush to the door, hesitating for only a second before twisting the handle and pulling it open.
And she's there.
Yelena.
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