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Chapter Twenty-eight – Ale

I come in the dead of night to disturb your sleep,

like a stray dog, I start barking,

crossing over the pillow, turning you inside out,

driving your mind crazy,

making your head spin.

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I’m not the girl of the band guy.

I don’t want to be known as the girlfriend of the guy in the band.

But if I died today, it would definitely be from pent-up desire.

In the end, I wasn’t mad at A.J., I was just…starvingfor him.

Being around A.J. was never, necessarily, like being around one of the girls, like I’d say to annoy him. I’d kiss him in my apartment when we played around with that after my show, I’d kiss him the day he took me to buy the decorations for my room. I was so happy picking out my things while he carried the bags, and I would definitely kiss him when he cried watchingThe Hunchback of Notre-Dame.

But I’d kiss a lot of people, it wasn’t a big deal.

Until that damn Brittainy walked through the door of his room and made me think about how it would be…to go beyond the kissing. And then, when A.J. came into my room and left me melting, I’d rather die than admit it, but I was really attracted to him.

And today, with him staying away from everyone all day, for whatever reason, it was fun making him as turned on as hemade me. I screamed every line of Obsessed like he had an ex. Not because I’d be obsessed with her, but because I’d hate the fact that she’d already had everything I want from him.

But it passed. It was just a lapse.

A.J. is my friend, someone really special to me, and I would never risk that relationship for a fling.

Even so, I couldn’t sleep when Daniele left the room to be with Richard, and he came in. I pretended to be asleep, but after a while, I got up and carefully went down the stairs so I wouldn’t make noise and wake anyone.

We have a show tomorrow, my first as a backing vocalist for the band, and I just couldn’t sleep. Not because I was nervous about the stage, but because I couldn’t be in the same room as the guy I’ve been living with.

It’s almost unbelievable! Alexandra stone heart is scrolling through TikTok at 2 a.m. because of a guy.

“Can’t sleep either?”

A.J.’s voice makes me jump on the couch when he appears in the living room like a ghost.

“It’s going to be a long night,” he comments, sitting next to me with just an inch of space between us. “I thought about watching a movie or going downstairs to watch something on the projector in the basement.”

“Maybe that’s it... Maybe we’re just missing our movies before bed…”

“...Our routine,” he says, not finishing, just adding.

So I do the same:

“...Doing things on our own time…”

“...Our house.” The phrase comes in a whisper, and he’s a little closer now.

“The house is yours, A.J.,” I stare at him under the dim light of my phone screen, and reading my thoughts, A.J. turns on the TV.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about that too. About how the house is mine, and soon you’ll go back to Brazil, and it’s going to feel too big and too empty…” A.J. says as he opens YouTube and puts on a fireplace video.

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