I woke up alone the next morning. Confused, I looked around the room. When we had fallen asleep last night, Alastor had been right beside me. But now he was nowhere to be found.
I went to grab my phone, but there was a sheet of paper on top of it. Picking it up, I read:
(Y/N),
Gone out to get coffee. Be back soon.
Alastor
Well, that explained it. My insecurity melted away and I sighed in relief. Leaning back on my pillows, I stared at the wall and replayed every inch of last night in my mind. Curled up in a nest of blankets, I waited for Alastor to come back.
Alastor brought me a peppermint white chocolate mocha from Hell Bucks right down the street. Gratefully accepting the delicious drink, I watched as he sat on the edge of the bed with his own coffee.
"How many people do you think are hungover this morning?" I asked, sipping my mocha.
Alastor grinned, "Probably just as many as those who woke up in the wrong bed."
"You included," I added with a grin of my own. Alastor leaned over and kissed me softly.
We sipped our coffee in comfortable silence for a long moment before I asked, "Hey Alastor, did you mean what you said last night?"
Setting his drink to the side he replied, "What? When I said I loved you?"
I nodded.
"I meant every word of it."
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Hell High | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series
Любовные романыWelcome to Hell High, where lunch is a battlefield and Math class begins at eight in the morning. To make matters worse, your crush doesn't even know you exist. From the creator of Super Psycho Love, The Demon Geisha, and more. I do not own Hazbin o...
