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joeljoelyu
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My Ex-Suitor
My parents visited me this week to check up on me and spend some time together before my graduation. Since they don’t get to visit often, I was looking forward to seeing them and catching up for a few days.
The moment they arrived, however, my mom didn’t ask about school, my graduation, or even how I had been doing.
Instead, she immediately looked around and asked, “Nasaan si Louis?”
I simply shrugged. “Busy ata.”
What they didn't know was that I hadn't really talked to Louis in weeks. We had been arguing a lot lately, and eventually those arguments turned into silence. So while my parents still thought everything was normal between us, the reality was that we were barely speaking at all.
Later that afternoon, I decided to message him.
“Hinahanap ka nila Mama. May pasalubong silang buko pie para sa’yo.”
His reply came immediately.
“Okay na ba tayo? Can I see you?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Kunin mo yung buko pie.”
Apparently, that was enough for him to show up.
The next thing I knew, he was accompanying me to claim my new passport. The entire day felt ridiculous. We barely spoke, yet somehow I was hyperaware of him the entire time. Every glance lasted too long. Every accidental touch felt deliberate. Every time he stood too close, I found myself remembering why being mad at him had been so difficult in the first place.
By the time we got back to my condo, we were already arguing again.
“Diba? Umamin ka na kasi. You just love watching those fuck ass thirst traps.”
Louis groaned dramatically and rested his head against the steering wheel.
“For the last time, hindi nga ako ’yon.”
“Sure.”
“It was my friends.”
“Excuses.”
He let out a frustrated laugh before getting out of the car. A few seconds later, he was opening my door for me. I should’ve ignored the gesture. I should’ve stayed annoyed. Instead, I found myself stepping out and continuing the argument like nothing had happened.
“Alam ko na yang mga dahilan mo.”
“Bakit ba ang hirap mong kausap?”
“Because you’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head and laughing.
“Grabe ka talaga.”
“Deserve mo.”
“Talaga ba?”
“Talaga.”
The argument should have continued.
Instead, somewhere between glaring at each other and trying not to smile, the tension shifted. Neither of us seemed interested in proving a point anymore. Weeks of frustration suddenly felt very small compared to the relief of finally seeing each other again.
For the first time that day, neither of us looked away.
“Miss mo lang ako,” I muttered.
“What?” he replied as he closed the distance between us.
I immediately looked away. I already knew where this was going.
I suddenly felt his hand creep to the back of my neck, slowly wrapping around it. Fuck. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly what I wanted.
“Ulitin mo nga sinabi mo,” he said, a smile slowly forming on his face.
“Ang sabi ko, miss mo lang ako,” I replied, still avoiding his gaze.
He leaned in and planted soft kisses along my neck.
“Hmm, yes,” he murmured. “Why wouldn’t I?”
As he massaged my ass, I tried my hardest not to let out a moan. The last thing I wanted was for him to know how much I was enjoying this.
After weeks of fighting and barely speaking to each other, being this close to him again felt dangerous. Every touch felt familiar. Every kiss made it harder to remember why I had been so determined to stay mad at him in the first place.
“Ang kapal mo,” I muttered, trying to sound annoyed but whimpers kept on going out of my mouth.
He laughed softly against my skin.
“Talaga ba?”
“Yes.”
“Pero tama naman ako.”
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. His confidence was irritating. The worst part was that he knew it too. And somehow, that only made him even more smug.
Before I could fire back another insult, my phone suddenly rang. The screen lit up with my mom’s name, immediately ruining whatever momentum we had going. I answered the call and tried my best to sound normal despite the fact that my heart was still racing.
“Nasaan na kayo?” she asked. “Akyat na kayo. Dinner’s ready.”
I glanced at Louis before answering. “Paakyat na kami, Ma.”
The moment the call ended, I let out a long sigh. “My parents are looking for us. We have to go.”
He looked annoyed by the interruption, running a hand through his hair before shaking his head. “Hindi pa tayo tapos.”
The way he said it stayed in my head for the rest of the evening.
Dinner was torture. While my parents happily talked about random things, I spent most of the meal trying not to look at Louis. Unfortunately, that became difficult the moment I realized he kept looking at me too. Every time I glanced up from my plate, I’d somehow catch him staring. Neither of us mentioned what had happened downstairs, but the tension followed us to the dining table anyway.
The worst part was how completely unaware my parents seemed to be. My mom kept offering him food while my dad casually asked him about his plans after graduation. Meanwhile, I was sitting there trying to contribute to the conversation while pretending my thoughts weren’t somewhere else entirely. It felt ridiculous. Here I was, trying to act like everything was normal, while the person sitting across from me was making it impossible to focus on anything being said.
After dinner, Louis thanked my parents for the meal and said he should probably get going. Before he could leave, I quickly volunteered to accompany him downstairs. Thankfully, neither of my parents questioned it. If anything, my mom looked pleased by the idea.
Before leaving, I excused myself and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I brushed my teeth, gargled some mouthwash, and fixed my hair before stepping back out. Louis ended up doing the same since he practically kept some of his things at my condo anyway.
A few minutes later, we finally said our goodbyes and headed out.
The moment we stepped out of the condo, however, neither of us headed toward the parking lot. Instead, we found ourselves making our way to the rooftop.
The night air was cooler up there. The city lights stretched across the distance, and aside from the occasional sound of traffic below, it was quiet. For a moment, neither of us spoke.
The silence wasn’t awkward.
It was familiar.
Comfortable.
Dangerous.
I leaned against the railing and looked out at the city, gripping the metal a little tighter than necessary. I could feel him beside me without looking, aware of the warmth of his presence in a way that made it impossible to fully relax.
Before I could say anything, he slowly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to the side. Luckily, that part of the rooftop was poorly lit, hidden away from the brighter areas near the entrance.
“Ang ganda talaga ng katawan mo,” he murmured.
His voice was low, almost distracted, as if he couldn’t stop himself from saying it out loud. The compliment was followed by soft kisses along my neck, making it even harder to remember why I had been so determined to stay mad at him all day.
God, I wanted to moan, but I forced myself to stay quiet.
Before I could say anything, he gently placed a hand under my chin and tilted my face toward him. The next thing I knew, we were locked in a full-blown make-out session.
Every unresolved feeling, every lingering thought, and every bit of tension I’d been trying to ignore seemed to disappear the moment his lips met mine. His hands roamed across my waist and back, pulling me closer whenever I tried to create even the slightest bit of distance between us.
“Louis,” I muttered against his lips, though there wasn’t much conviction behind it.
“Hm?” he replied, barely pulling away.
“Baka may biglang umakyat dito.”
“I don’t care. Tigas na tigas na ako sa’yo, oh.”
I laughed and reached for him.
“I’m pretty sure you missed this too,” I said as I slowly got down on my knees. It was absolute hell because I was wearing jeans, and the rooftop’s pebbled flooring wasn’t exactly comfortable, but the discomfort was manageable.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned as he grabbed my hair, guiding me while I pressed soft kisses against the tip of his cock.
I made sure to tease him first. Slowly, I planted kisses along the tip, down the shaft, and then lower. His reaction was immediate. I could hear him groaning above me.
“Suck it, babygirl.”
“Shut up.”
“I said suck it, bitch.”
He tightened his grip on the ponytail he had made earlier and guided me closer. He was already rock hard from all the teasing. A moment later, he started thrusting into my mouth, making me gag.
“Shhh, huwag kang maingay.”
He continued moving while I completely obliged. At that point, I was determined to be a good girl for him. The rooftop was quiet aside from the distant sounds of traffic below, making every reaction feel amplified in the otherwise empty space.
After a while, he helped me back to my feet and pulled me closer. His hands settled on my waist as he looked down at me.
“I want to fuck you,” he admitted.
I laughed and shook my head.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m wearing jeans,” I replied, looking down at my outfit. “Do you know how much of a hassle that would be?”
He groaned dramatically.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m practical.”
He rolled his eyes before looking at me again.
“Fine. What do you want then?”
I smiled.
“I just want to give you a blowjob until you cum.”
The expression on his face immediately changed.
“Fuck.”
A grin spread across my lips.
“Exactly.”
“Okay, baby,” he said. “Do your thing.”
I slowly got down on my knees again, ignoring the fact that the pebbled rooftop flooring was digging into them through my jeans. At that point, I had already accepted the discomfort.
I started slowly, taking my time with him. I bobbed my head while circling my tongue around the tip, making sure to tease him just enough to keep him wanting more. Every now and then, I’d pull back slightly before returning to the same rhythm, enjoying the way he reacted to every little movement.
From above me, I could hear his breathing getting heavier.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. Even though he was trying to stay quiet, the occasional groan gave him away.
One hand found its way into my hair again while the other rested on my shoulder. Every now and then, his grip would tighten slightly whenever I managed to hit the right spot.
As I kept the same rhythm, he suddenly muttered, “Tuloy mo lang. I’m about to cum.”
So I did.
I didn’t stop. If anything, I became even more determined. A few moments later, I felt him tense beneath my touch. His grip tightened, his breathing became uneven, and then I felt his cock twitch.
There it was.
Some of his cum went straight to my throat, catching me off guard and making me gag slightly. Even then, I didn’t immediately pull away. Instead, I continued for a few moments longer, taking my time and making sure not to rush. I slowly circled my tongue around the tip, cleaning him off while he tried to catch his breath above me.
By the time I finally pulled away, I had made sure not to waste any of it.
I swallowed, then looked up at him.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
I opened my mouth slightly to show him, unable to stop the smug smile tugging at my lips.
The reaction was immediate.
“Good girl.”
His voice was lower now, softer than before.
He helped me back to my feet and immediately pressed a kiss on my forehead. The contrast almost made me laugh. One moment he had been completely worked up, and the next he was treating me like something precious.
Meanwhile, I was completely flustered.
My face felt hot, my knees were sore from the pebbled rooftop flooring, and my heart was pounding so hard that it genuinely felt like I had just run a five-kilometer race.
“Bakit ka namumula?” he teased.
“Shut up.”
He laughed.
“Cute mo.”
“Louis
“Okay, okay.”
The grin never left his face.
For a few moments, we simply stood there beneath the city lights, both trying to compose ourselves before returning to reality.
“Your parents are probably wondering where you are,” he said.
“Don’t remind me.”
“Good luck explaining this.”
I immediately smacked his arm.
“Shut up.”
He only laughed.
After saying goodbye, I took a moment to compose myself before heading back downstairs. Before I could leave, Louis reached up and fixed a few loose strands of hair that had fallen out of place. He adjusted my ponytail, smoothing it out with surprising concentration, as if he were genuinely worried that someone might notice something.
“May ebidensya ba?” he asked while looking me over.
I rolled my eyes. “Arte mo.”
“I’m serious,” he replied. He took a step back, studying me for another second before nodding in satisfaction. “There. Mukha ka nang matino ulit.”
I immediately smacked his arm, making him laugh.
“Bwisit ka.”
“I’m helping you.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Even after all that, he still reached over and fixed a few stubborn strands near my face before finally letting me go. The entire thing should’ve annoyed me, but it didn’t. If anything, it only made me more flustered.
After making sure I looked presentable, I finally headed back to the condo. Unfortunately, my parents were still awake, which somehow made everything worse.
“Nahatid mo na si Louis?” my mom asked the moment I walked in.
“Yeah,” I replied casually.
“Okay.”
That was it.
No questions. No suspicion. Nothing.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to look at either of them for too long. It wasn’t because I looked suspicious—if anything, I looked perfectly normal. Louis had already made sure of that. My hair was fixed, my clothes were in place, and there was nothing visibly wrong with me. The problem was that I was still completely flustered.
I muttered a quick goodnight and made my way to the bathroom before either of them could start another conversation. The moment I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.
The second I caught my reflection in the mirror, I groaned. Everything looked completely normal. My hair was neat, my makeup was intact, and there was nothing that could possibly give away where I had just been.
And yet, all I could think about was what had happened on the rooftop.
I stared at my reflection for a moment, still trying to process everything that had happened over the past few hours. Just this morning, Louis and I were barely speaking. Now, somehow, I was standing in front of a bathroom mirror replaying every second of our night together.
I shook my head.
What the fuck just happened?
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My parents visited me this week to check up on me and spend some time together before my graduation. Since they don’t get to visit often, I was looking forward to seeing them and catching up for a few days.
The moment they arrived, however, my mom didn’t ask about school, my graduation, or even how I had been doing.
Instead, she immediately looked around and asked, “Nasaan si Louis?”
I simply shrugged. “Busy ata.”
What they didn't know was that I hadn't really talked to Louis in weeks. We had been arguing a lot lately, and eventually those arguments turned into silence. So while my parents still thought everything was normal between us, the reality was that we were barely speaking at all.
Later that afternoon, I decided to message him.
“Hinahanap ka nila Mama. May pasalubong silang buko pie para sa’yo.”
His reply came immediately.
“Okay na ba tayo? Can I see you?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Kunin mo yung buko pie.”
Apparently, that was enough for him to show up.
The next thing I knew, he was accompanying me to claim my new passport. The entire day felt ridiculous. We barely spoke, yet somehow I was hyperaware of him the entire time. Every glance lasted too long. Every accidental touch felt deliberate. Every time he stood too close, I found myself remembering why being mad at him had been so difficult in the first place.
By the time we got back to my condo, we were already arguing again.
“Diba? Umamin ka na kasi. You just love watching those fuck ass thirst traps.”
Louis groaned dramatically and rested his head against the steering wheel.
“For the last time, hindi nga ako ’yon.”
“Sure.”
“It was my friends.”
“Excuses.”
He let out a frustrated laugh before getting out of the car. A few seconds later, he was opening my door for me. I should’ve ignored the gesture. I should’ve stayed annoyed. Instead, I found myself stepping out and continuing the argument like nothing had happened.
“Alam ko na yang mga dahilan mo.”
“Bakit ba ang hirap mong kausap?”
“Because you’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head and laughing.
“Grabe ka talaga.”
“Deserve mo.”
“Talaga ba?”
“Talaga.”
The argument should have continued.
Instead, somewhere between glaring at each other and trying not to smile, the tension shifted. Neither of us seemed interested in proving a point anymore. Weeks of frustration suddenly felt very small compared to the relief of finally seeing each other again.
For the first time that day, neither of us looked away.
“Miss mo lang ako,” I muttered.
“What?” he replied as he closed the distance between us.
I immediately looked away. I already knew where this was going.
I suddenly felt his hand creep to the back of my neck, slowly wrapping around it. Fuck. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly what I wanted.
“Ulitin mo nga sinabi mo,” he said, a smile slowly forming on his face.
“Ang sabi ko, miss mo lang ako,” I replied, still avoiding his gaze.
He leaned in and planted soft kisses along my neck.
“Hmm, yes,” he murmured. “Why wouldn’t I?”
As he massaged my ass, I tried my hardest not to let out a moan. The last thing I wanted was for him to know how much I was enjoying this.
After weeks of fighting and barely speaking to each other, being this close to him again felt dangerous. Every touch felt familiar. Every kiss made it harder to remember why I had been so determined to stay mad at him in the first place.
“Ang kapal mo,” I muttered, trying to sound annoyed but whimpers kept on going out of my mouth.
He laughed softly against my skin.
“Talaga ba?”
“Yes.”
“Pero tama naman ako.”
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. His confidence was irritating. The worst part was that he knew it too. And somehow, that only made him even more smug.
Before I could fire back another insult, my phone suddenly rang. The screen lit up with my mom’s name, immediately ruining whatever momentum we had going. I answered the call and tried my best to sound normal despite the fact that my heart was still racing.
“Nasaan na kayo?” she asked. “Akyat na kayo. Dinner’s ready.”
I glanced at Louis before answering. “Paakyat na kami, Ma.”
The moment the call ended, I let out a long sigh. “My parents are looking for us. We have to go.”
He looked annoyed by the interruption, running a hand through his hair before shaking his head. “Hindi pa tayo tapos.”
The way he said it stayed in my head for the rest of the evening.
Dinner was torture. While my parents happily talked about random things, I spent most of the meal trying not to look at Louis. Unfortunately, that became difficult the moment I realized he kept looking at me too. Every time I glanced up from my plate, I’d somehow catch him staring. Neither of us mentioned what had happened downstairs, but the tension followed us to the dining table anyway.
The worst part was how completely unaware my parents seemed to be. My mom kept offering him food while my dad casually asked him about his plans after graduation. Meanwhile, I was sitting there trying to contribute to the conversation while pretending my thoughts weren’t somewhere else entirely. It felt ridiculous. Here I was, trying to act like everything was normal, while the person sitting across from me was making it impossible to focus on anything being said.
After dinner, Louis thanked my parents for the meal and said he should probably get going. Before he could leave, I quickly volunteered to accompany him downstairs. Thankfully, neither of my parents questioned it. If anything, my mom looked pleased by the idea.
Before leaving, I excused myself and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I brushed my teeth, gargled some mouthwash, and fixed my hair before stepping back out. Louis ended up doing the same since he practically kept some of his things at my condo anyway.
A few minutes later, we finally said our goodbyes and headed out.
The moment we stepped out of the condo, however, neither of us headed toward the parking lot. Instead, we found ourselves making our way to the rooftop.
The night air was cooler up there. The city lights stretched across the distance, and aside from the occasional sound of traffic below, it was quiet. For a moment, neither of us spoke.
The silence wasn’t awkward.
It was familiar.
Comfortable.
Dangerous.
I leaned against the railing and looked out at the city, gripping the metal a little tighter than necessary. I could feel him beside me without looking, aware of the warmth of his presence in a way that made it impossible to fully relax.
Before I could say anything, he slowly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to the side. Luckily, that part of the rooftop was poorly lit, hidden away from the brighter areas near the entrance.
“Ang ganda talaga ng katawan mo,” he murmured.
His voice was low, almost distracted, as if he couldn’t stop himself from saying it out loud. The compliment was followed by soft kisses along my neck, making it even harder to remember why I had been so determined to stay mad at him all day.
God, I wanted to moan, but I forced myself to stay quiet.
Before I could say anything, he gently placed a hand under my chin and tilted my face toward him. The next thing I knew, we were locked in a full-blown make-out session.
Every unresolved feeling, every lingering thought, and every bit of tension I’d been trying to ignore seemed to disappear the moment his lips met mine. His hands roamed across my waist and back, pulling me closer whenever I tried to create even the slightest bit of distance between us.
“Louis,” I muttered against his lips, though there wasn’t much conviction behind it.
“Hm?” he replied, barely pulling away.
“Baka may biglang umakyat dito.”
“I don’t care. Tigas na tigas na ako sa’yo, oh.”
I laughed and reached for him.
“I’m pretty sure you missed this too,” I said as I slowly got down on my knees. It was absolute hell because I was wearing jeans, and the rooftop’s pebbled flooring wasn’t exactly comfortable, but the discomfort was manageable.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned as he grabbed my hair, guiding me while I pressed soft kisses against the tip of his cock.
I made sure to tease him first. Slowly, I planted kisses along the tip, down the shaft, and then lower. His reaction was immediate. I could hear him groaning above me.
“Suck it, babygirl.”
“Shut up.”
“I said suck it, bitch.”
He tightened his grip on the ponytail he had made earlier and guided me closer. He was already rock hard from all the teasing. A moment later, he started thrusting into my mouth, making me gag.
“Shhh, huwag kang maingay.”
He continued moving while I completely obliged. At that point, I was determined to be a good girl for him. The rooftop was quiet aside from the distant sounds of traffic below, making every reaction feel amplified in the otherwise empty space.
After a while, he helped me back to my feet and pulled me closer. His hands settled on my waist as he looked down at me.
“I want to fuck you,” he admitted.
I laughed and shook my head.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m wearing jeans,” I replied, looking down at my outfit. “Do you know how much of a hassle that would be?”
He groaned dramatically.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m practical.”
He rolled his eyes before looking at me again.
“Fine. What do you want then?”
I smiled.
“I just want to give you a blowjob until you cum.”
The expression on his face immediately changed.
“Fuck.”
A grin spread across my lips.
“Exactly.”
“Okay, baby,” he said. “Do your thing.”
I slowly got down on my knees again, ignoring the fact that the pebbled rooftop flooring was digging into them through my jeans. At that point, I had already accepted the discomfort.
I started slowly, taking my time with him. I bobbed my head while circling my tongue around the tip, making sure to tease him just enough to keep him wanting more. Every now and then, I’d pull back slightly before returning to the same rhythm, enjoying the way he reacted to every little movement.
From above me, I could hear his breathing getting heavier.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. Even though he was trying to stay quiet, the occasional groan gave him away.
One hand found its way into my hair again while the other rested on my shoulder. Every now and then, his grip would tighten slightly whenever I managed to hit the right spot.
As I kept the same rhythm, he suddenly muttered, “Tuloy mo lang. I’m about to cum.”
So I did.
I didn’t stop. If anything, I became even more determined. A few moments later, I felt him tense beneath my touch. His grip tightened, his breathing became uneven, and then I felt his cock twitch.
There it was.
Some of his cum went straight to my throat, catching me off guard and making me gag slightly. Even then, I didn’t immediately pull away. Instead, I continued for a few moments longer, taking my time and making sure not to rush. I slowly circled my tongue around the tip, cleaning him off while he tried to catch his breath above me.
By the time I finally pulled away, I had made sure not to waste any of it.
I swallowed, then looked up at him.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
I opened my mouth slightly to show him, unable to stop the smug smile tugging at my lips.
The reaction was immediate.
“Good girl.”
His voice was lower now, softer than before.
He helped me back to my feet and immediately pressed a kiss on my forehead. The contrast almost made me laugh. One moment he had been completely worked up, and the next he was treating me like something precious.
Meanwhile, I was completely flustered.
My face felt hot, my knees were sore from the pebbled rooftop flooring, and my heart was pounding so hard that it genuinely felt like I had just run a five-kilometer race.
“Bakit ka namumula?” he teased.
“Shut up.”
He laughed.
“Cute mo.”
“Louis
“Okay, okay.”
The grin never left his face.
For a few moments, we simply stood there beneath the city lights, both trying to compose ourselves before returning to reality.
“Your parents are probably wondering where you are,” he said.
“Don’t remind me.”
“Good luck explaining this.”
I immediately smacked his arm.
“Shut up.”
He only laughed.
After saying goodbye, I took a moment to compose myself before heading back downstairs. Before I could leave, Louis reached up and fixed a few loose strands of hair that had fallen out of place. He adjusted my ponytail, smoothing it out with surprising concentration, as if he were genuinely worried that someone might notice something.
“May ebidensya ba?” he asked while looking me over.
I rolled my eyes. “Arte mo.”
“I’m serious,” he replied. He took a step back, studying me for another second before nodding in satisfaction. “There. Mukha ka nang matino ulit.”
I immediately smacked his arm, making him laugh.
“Bwisit ka.”
“I’m helping you.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Even after all that, he still reached over and fixed a few stubborn strands near my face before finally letting me go. The entire thing should’ve annoyed me, but it didn’t. If anything, it only made me more flustered.
After making sure I looked presentable, I finally headed back to the condo. Unfortunately, my parents were still awake, which somehow made everything worse.
“Nahatid mo na si Louis?” my mom asked the moment I walked in.
“Yeah,” I replied casually.
“Okay.”
That was it.
No questions. No suspicion. Nothing.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to look at either of them for too long. It wasn’t because I looked suspicious—if anything, I looked perfectly normal. Louis had already made sure of that. My hair was fixed, my clothes were in place, and there was nothing visibly wrong with me. The problem was that I was still completely flustered.
I muttered a quick goodnight and made my way to the bathroom before either of them could start another conversation. The moment I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.
The second I caught my reflection in the mirror, I groaned. Everything looked completely normal. My hair was neat, my makeup was intact, and there was nothing that could possibly give away where I had just been.
And yet, all I could think about was what had happened on the rooftop.
I stared at my reflection for a moment, still trying to process everything that had happened over the past few hours. Just this morning, Louis and I were barely speaking. Now, somehow, I was standing in front of a bathroom mirror replaying every second of our night together.
I shook my head.
What the fuck just happened?
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