We'll pretend it ends tomorrow

We'll pretend it ends tomorrow

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"Do you want to head back to our apartment?" Lara asks, smoke leaving out her mouth as she does so, Yoonchae swears it wraps around her like the girl in front of her commanded it too. She feels Megan's arms tighten ever so slightly as the girl leans her head against the back of Yoonchae's shoulder, if Yoonchae strains her head enough she can see that her eyes are closed, but she can also feel the vibrations emitting from Megan as she hums whatever song is currently playing at the party. She should really go home, sleep off whatever high she has and get her scolding from Sophia done and over with. She should ignore the feeling of warmth that blooms in her chest when she feels Megan's fingers moving absentmindedly up and down her body or when Lara smiles at her. "Yeah." She says instead, she's always been one to make bad decisions when it involves Lara and Megan. One of the reasons why she had to fight tooth and nail to get Sophia's permission to hang out with them. "Let's go, this place is boring anyways."
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