The call came just past midnight. You answered with a quiet groan, phone pressed to your ear, screen dimmed. The room was dark, lit only by the soft blue hue of moonlight slipping through the curtains—and the steady rise and fall of Hayes’s breath against your chest. He was curled into you, one arm draped around your waist, completely out.
“Psst, {{user}}. You there?”
Valerie whispered.
You whispered back, careful not to move.
“Yeah. Keep it down.”
“Ooh, are you in bed?”
Yasmin teased.
“Alone?”
You rolled your eyes, lips twitching.
“Obviously.”
A snort crackled through the call.
“So…any new plans on asking Hayes out? Or are you still admiring him from afar like it’s second grade?”
Your fingers idly threaded through Hayes’s hair.
“No plans. Yet.”
“For real?”
Noor groaned.
“You’ve been in love with that boy since we were, like—ten. Ten, {{user}}.”
You opened your mouth to deflect, but then-
A deep, sleepy groan rumbled against your chest.
You froze.
“What was that?”
Valerie yelped.
“Oh my god, is someone in bed with you?!”
The line went silent, and you could practically hear them all leaning closer to their phones.