The Collab Pt 3

The Collab Pt 3

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The stars glistened through the window, reflecting off of Connor's eyes. Troye pulled up the beige bed sheets and both him and Connor went under. Troye wanted to stay in Connor's arms forever. Troye's phone was still on the nightstand, now dead because he forgot to plug it back in. He was too busy with Connor. Troye got a message from Tyler 5 minutes ago saying, "Hey, I'd like to see the new place. I'll be there in 10." Troye took off Connor's white T-shirt and rubbed his back while kissing him. Connor heard footsteps, assuming it was probably someone else who lived in the building. When Connor closed the door, he didn't lock it. Soon enough, the door opened and Tyler gasped. Troye jumped off the bed and Connor stood there, speechless. Tyler said softly, "Screw you. I never loved you anyway." Tyler slammed the door and ran down the stairway, leaving. Connor put his shirt back on and said, " I am so sorry." He put his shoes back on and began to open the door. "Wait!", Connor heard.
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