Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22
Even as she stepped away, she wanted to see if he’d do that. If he’d try to climb into her window.
She went toward the window and opened it up, this time, stepping back and going to her bed, wearing her pajamas.
Her parents were downstairs. If she was lucky, they’d talk, watch a movie, make out, and have sex downstairs.
The one time she’d caught her parents had been lasered into her retinas from the image alone.
They were still very much in love and often acted like teenagers.
She paused. She’d read the same paragraph six times in her textbook.
Her parents acted more like teenagers than she did. She could imagine her father climbing into her mother’s bedroom window when they were younger.
Laylah glanced at the window.
Time ticked on by.
She got to her feet, intending to close the window when she heard some scuffling noise.
In the next second, Blue’s head appeared and she rushed over to him, helping him fall into her room.
“You came.”
“I had to wait to make sure your window stayed open.”
“Huh?”
“I was down there the entire time, Laylah. Open, close, open close.”
She chuckled.
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